Grandpa, you were my sun - guiding my boyhood through the day. Tonight, I step into the dark and become a man. By my honor, I swear this vow: Dear moon, keep your light upon him through the night, until morning brings him home to peace.

All life is apprenticeship, to love, to heal, to let go. to face death unshaken, and master fear. Joy is plain, banish not sorrow, for it casts a silver-grey veil that ennobles even the commonest thing and every remembrance, lifts us to see far, and yet drives us onward under the fine ache of mortal life.

That Little Prince, who watched the sunset some forty times, to soften the sorrow in his heart. that Little Prince, who, to save me, fell gently to the ground like a tree. he is a care that will not loose its hold. Forever he draws the mind back to him.

I have nothing to send you, so I send you a single leaf of bamboo. Within the bamboo, grove a clear wind is born. and with its coming, you are at once recalled.

Courage is not to feel no fear, but to feel it clearly and yet hold the line.