When we are happy, we don’t know that we are happy, because happiness requires childlike innocence. When a child is happy, he doesn’t know that he is happy. He doesn’t formulate it, he simply enjoys it.

Joy knows itself. As children we didn’t even know the word joy, we were joy.

Let ghosts sleep, don’t wake them up. Celebrate and just get used to celebrating more and more.

We cannot see how divine the hills and the mountains are, so we want an angel with wings on top of them.