Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

It's far better to make people angry than to make them ashamed.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.