The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

He alone may chastise who loves.

Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.