To nobody can you communicate in words and teachings, what happened to you in your hour of enlightenment.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.

With a secret smile, not unlike that of a healthy child,he walked along, peacefully, quietly. He wore his gown and walked along exactly like the other monks, but his face and his step, his peaceful downward glance, his peaceful downward-hanging hand, and every finger of his hand spoke of peace, spoke of completeness, sought nothing, imitated nothing, reflected a continuous quiet, an unfading light, an invulnerable peace.

Life is waiting everywhere, the future is flowering everywhere, but we only see a small part of it and step on much of it with our feet

For me, however, that beloved, glowing little word happiness has become associated with everything I have felt since childhood upon hearing the sound of the word itself.

And whether this happiness lasted a hundred seconds or ten minutes, it was so far removed from time that it resembled every other genuine happiness as completely as one fluttering blue lycaenid butterfly resembles another.