I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.

Through love, all pain will turn to medicine.

Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.

Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.

War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.