Since We Cannot Change Reality, Let Us

As Long As There Are Flowers And Children And Birds In The World, Have No Fears: Everything Will Be Fine.

Each Man Must Have His Own Special Route To Lead Him To God.

I Possess No Weapon But Love. With That I Have Come To Do Battle. Help Me!

As I Watched The Seagulls, I Thought, That's The Road To Take; Find The Absolute Rhythm And Follow It With Absolute Trust.

In Religions Which Have Lost Their Creative Spark, The Gods Eventually Become No More Than Poetic Motifs Or Ornaments For Decorating Human Solitude And Walls.