“We have on this land that which makes life worth living.”

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

Within the span of a hundred years, what a bitter struggle is waged between talent and fate.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

One can perfectly well philosophize while cooking supper.

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.

Sick on my journey — my dreams wander over withered fields.

Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.