...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

It is a pity that you students aren't fully aware of the luxury and abundance in which you live.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it.