“The stars can only shine In the dark night.”

Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.

Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.

No star is lost once we have seen

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going

Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

We always may be what we might have been.

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,

But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

And once he’s clear about that reality, he gathers the strength to begin to cope.

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.

I hold the unconquerable belief that science and peace will triumph over ignorance and war

Death is a door life opens.

I would much rather have you believe in something I don’t agree with than to accept everything blindly.

Friendship develops even if a thousand miles apart. But should yuan fen be absent between two individuals

I try to make the producers cry and the crew laugh.