For Thought Is A Bird Of Space,

Yet Has Not Man Wept At The Sounds? And Are Not His Tears Eloquent Understanding?

The Snow And The Storm Destroy The Flower; But Its Seed They Cannot Kill.

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song.

Your Confidence In The People, And Your Doubt About Them, Are Closely Related To Your Self-confidence And Your Self-doubt.