Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.