When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.

If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!

My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.

Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.

My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.