“Not only after two or three centuries, but in a million years, life will still be as it was; life does not change, it remains for ever, following its own laws which do not concern us, or which, at any rate, you will never find out. Migrant birds, cranes for example, fly and fly, and whatever thoughts, high or low, enter their heads, they will still fly and not know why or where. They fly and will continue to fly, whatever philosophers come to life among them; they may philosophize as much as they like, only they will fly....”
“The bird of youth flies away and doesn't come back. Fly, boy, fly!”
“Not everyone has to fly high to prove they exist; some of us are perfectly happy flying low and enjoying the view.”
“Still the heights of flying remains to be arrived.Still the wise lessons of life remains to be experienced.Its only the handful of accomplishments has been achieved.The real destiny is yet to be won.”
“Moments fly, memories remain; and then memories fly, only memoirs remain and finally memoirs disappear, nothing remains!”
“Your memories will be a flock of birds, silently flying in the sky. You will see them flying in and see them flying away. The memories will disappear and there will be nothing left.”