Where I come from Nobody knows And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.

Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in and always somewhere in the distance there is a place where two people might be happy if only they were together. It is in the spring that one dreams of such places one thinks of the summer which is coming, and the heart dreams of its friend.

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity for pain that teaches you courage.