One must lose one's life to find it.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. Only when one is connected to one's own core is.

Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.

God often used bitter experiences to make us better. Gold can be a helpful servant, but a cruel master.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

It is not restful, it is not possible to talk wholeheartedly to more than one person at a time. You can't really talk with a person unless you surrender to them, for the moment (all other talk is futile). You can't surrender to more than one person a moment.