The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

The more one lives alone on the river or in the open country, the clearer it becomes that nothing is more beautiful or great than to perform the ordinary duties of one's daily life simply and naturally.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.