I went for a moonlit stroll. Palls of blue smoke crept over the earth and in the moonlight was shattered against the trees.

The hill, the river and the moon looked as they always had done, but he knew that some of his friends of earlier days must now lie in this graveyard where he was sitting. He felt that the river of his life had almost run its course to the sea and only a semi-transparent membrane separated him from his dear friends.

Not all the leaves have fallen yet. When I look at the distant mountains, my heart is filled with yearning and longs to vanish into them.

It would be nothing short of folly to trace your way home by the same path along which you came... and there is much to be gained from heading in your homeward direction by a totally new path.

Though they were far apart their love made nothing of the light years separating them and together they entered a dream of love.

But the point is, you can’t eat ideals,... ideals are a side-dish for reality!

He was beneath the waves, a creature crawling the ocean bottom.