Deep at the bottom of the well no warmth has yet returned, The rain which sighs and feels so cold has dampened withered roots. What sort of man at ….

Poetry and painting are rooted in the same law, The work of heaven and of the first cause..

If you know peace, then you thrive; if you know contentment, then you are rich.

Define the limits of your vision: Having this, you will not be poorer Than a man who rules a dukedom..

I'll continue to climb, trying to reach the top. But no one knows where the top is..