They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.

They grew; they did not talk about growing.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.

Total knowledge is annihilation Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel The world sensed only through senses And immune to the knowledge without feeling.