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

When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.

Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one.

Did all this make sense?

Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else.

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.

Each man's life represents a road toward himself.