Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.

I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

Show me anger and I will show you 'Hurt'. Show me hurt and I will show you 'Love'. Peel the layers if you care!

The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.

He who tastes not, knows not.