Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing,Leave a house empty, it rots.
As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas – Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
In all creation nothing endures, all is in endless flux, each wandering shape a pilgrim passing by.