A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.
Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.
I see shining fish struggling within tight nets, while I hear orioles singing carefree tunes. Even trivial creatures know the difference between freedom and bondage. Sympathy and compassion should be but natural to the human heart.
Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.
A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease. Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human:among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.
O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?
I'm afraid of the general things that everyone is afraid of: a bump in the night that could be a cat or Death dragging his sickle across the room; losing my health; becoming homeless, never meeting George Clooney.
The way in which the vast mass of the poor are treated by modern society is truly scandalous. They are herded into great cities where they breathe a fouler air than in the countryside which they have left.
I felt as if I learned a few things. I learned that it's sometimes okay to think like a weenie, so long as you don't act like one—at least not all the time. I learned that it's okay to be wrong, as long as you can admit it and are willing to listen to those who may know better.
I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.