War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless,

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

Love Is An Emotion. Totally Silent And Inexpressible With Words.

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.

Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who Could Do That.