Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Heart be brave. If you cannot be brave, just go. Love's glory is not a small thing.

The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.