The wind goes nowhere and takes us with it.

Bad dreams-they remind us of the goodness of life.

We reach reach the end of our lives long before we reach the end of ourselves.

If you want to think about life, you have to think about death.

A tree torn from its roots dies, a man begins to live.

Overwhelmed by the miracle of being alive I could scarcely think of anything else.

In the race of life, of death, no runner is ahead, no runner behind.

One should approach life as one approaches a lover-naked.

No life lacks grandeur if you claim it as your own.