Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window

Spare Me The Political Events And Power Struggles, As The Whole Earth Is My Homeland And All Men Are My Fellow Countrymen.

We Fear Death, Yet We Long For Slumber And Beautiful Dreams.

I Have Pondered Long, And I Know Now That Only The Pure Of Heart Forgive The Thirst That Leads To Dead Waters. And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

Sorrow Is Too Great To Exist In Small Hearts.