The smell of death was thick in the city of Vara?asi. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.

A person never knows their own true face. Everybody thinks that the phoney, posed social mask they wear is their real face.

Every weakness contains within itself a strength.

Christianity, to be effective in Japan, must change.

True religion should be able to respond to the dark melodies, the faulty and hideous sounds that echo from the heart of men.

The smell of death was thick in the city of Vara?asi. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.

I became a Catholic against my will.