I realize that some people will not believe that a child of little more than ten years is capable of having such feelings. My story is not intended for them. I am telling it to those who have a better knowledge of man. The adult who has learned to translate a part of his feelings into thoughts notices the absence of these thoughts in a child, and therefore comes to believe that the child lacks these experiences, too. Yet rarely in my life have I felt and suffered as deeply as at that time.

Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...

In every truth, the opposite is equally true. For example, a truth can only be expressed and enveloped in words if it is onesided.

What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.