If I now recognize evil in other people, is it not because I have become evil too?

Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.

When my daughter looks at me, she sees a small old lady. That is because she sees only with her outside eyes. She has no chuming, no inside knowing of things. If she had chuming she would see a tiger lady. And she would have careful fear.