I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life

and love and death and are forgotten,

and I feel the freedom of passing away.

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-I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

-Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

-If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.  

-I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops

for a moment,nods to me and goes. 

-What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 

-I cannot choose the best. 

That best chooses me. 

-They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 

-That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. 

-Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth. 

-Stay 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. 

-His own mornings are new surprises to God. 

-Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world,

and its by the claims of love. 

-The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies. 

-Man does not reveal himself in his history,

he struggles up through it. 

-Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. 

-Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting. 

-Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread. 

-God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers. 

-Man barricades against himself. 

-Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. 

-The scabbard is content to be dull

when it protects the keenness of the sword.

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