The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
Truth reveals itself in beauty.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Perhaps that dawn will come from this horizon, from the East where the sun rises. A day will come when unvanquished Man will retrace his path of conquest, despite all barriers, to win back his lost human heritage.