Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.

All men of goodwill have this in common - that our works put us to shame.

I hope death will be a great happiness, a happiness as great as that of love, fulfilled love

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.

That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.

What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?

Without a mother, one cannot love. Without a mother, one cannot die.