Blessed is the nightbird that sings for joy and not to be heard.
The optimist's hope and the pessimist's despair: reciprocal illusions.
Experience is not a means to realize the truth. Experience is the truth.
The things that happen in the night are hidden even from the night.
We humans are like squirrels who spend all summer gathering and hoarding nuts and when winter comes can't remember where they are.
Words without warmth are dead words.
Loneliness is a failure to appreciate others.