Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second.
If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?
The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.