“Song after Battle:As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled.Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs”

“Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.”

“Dream Song:The heavens Go with me. ”

“In the cherry blossom’s shadethere’s no such thingas a stranger.”

“Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.”