Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

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

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".

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.

Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.