A Root Is A Flower That Disdains

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

When You Have Solved All The Mysteries Of Life You Long For Death, For It Is But Another Mystery Of Life.

I Purified My Lips With Sacred Fire That I Might Speak Of Love, But When I Opened My Mouth To Speak, I Found Myself Mute.

Saying This, He Turned His Head Toward The Window As If He Were Trying To Solve The Problems Of Human Existence By Concentrating On The Beauty Of The Universe.