Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Bravery ceases to be bravery at a certain point, and becomes mere foolhardiness.

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.