Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth