Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

Ambition never comes to an end.

A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.

Even members of the nobility, let alone persons of no consequence, would do well not to have children.

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

Life's most precious gift is uncertainty.

If life were eternal, all interest and anticipation would vanish. It is uncertainty which lends it fascination.