Today I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.

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.

We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.

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

Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.