I was born to write and tell stories, not through my lips, but through my hand.

Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.

You should not plan tomorrow based on how you feel today.

I recite my poems for the King.

Regret is tiring.

Learn to be happy for people when they are happy; they might be facing a future of misery.