A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The water vessel, taken as a vessel only, raises the question, "Why does it exist at all?" Through its fitness of construction, it offers the apology for its existence. But where it is a work of beauty it has no question to answer; it has nothing to do, but to be.

To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.

The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.