Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

I looked for God. I went to a temple and I didn't find him there. Then I went to a church and I didn't find him there. The I went to a mosque and I didn't find him there. Then finally I looked in my heart and there he was.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.