If only we know, boss, what the stones and rain and flowers say. Maybe they call-call us-and we don't hear them. When will people's ears open, boss? When shall we have our eyes open to see? When shall we open our arms to embrace everything-stones, rain, flowers, and people? What do you think about that, boss? And what do your books have to say about that?

I was happy, I knew that. While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize - sometimes with astonishment - how happy we had been.

The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.

All roads lead to the earth; the abyss leads to God. Jump!

Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.

I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.

Yes, there is weeping, even in heaven, but it is for those who are still crawling on the earth.