“Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.”

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.

If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.

It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

You aren’t a caterpillar but a steel sheilded butterfly so roam freely outside your cocoon.

What a caterpillar calls the end of the world we call a butterfly.

Butterfly growth from caterpillar, the time has gone, thing change & good thing will happen. 

I just woke up and found a large butterfly on me. When did that happen?

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.