Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain$$$ as though a rose should shut$$$ and be a bud again.

And when thou art weary$$$ I'll find thee a bed$$$ of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees$$$ I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.

My chest of books divide amongst my friends.

All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write$$$ and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?

After he became the Master$$$ the world believed that he could not lose$$$ and he had to believe it himself. Therein was the tragedy.

You've always been fond of understanding people too well." "They should arrange not to be understood quite so easily.

God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.

Perfection lies in intensity$$$ and what is most intense cannot be endured long.

A little child paddles a little boat$$$<br/>Drifting about$$$ and picking white lotuses.<br/>He does not know how to hide his tracks$$$<br/>And duckweed's opened up along his path.