You Gave Me Your Curse, Holy Fathers.

Beauty Is Merciless. You Do Not Look At It, It Looks At You And Does Not Forgive.

If Only We Know, Boss, What The Stones And Rain And Flowers Say. Maybe They Call-call Us-and We Don't Hear Them. When Will People's Ears Open, Boss? When Shall We Have Our Eyes Open To See? When Shall We Open Our Arms To Embrace Everything-stones, Rain, Flowers, And People? What Do You Think About That, Boss? And What Do Your Books Have To Say About That?

How Simple And Frugal A Thing Is Happiness.

The Sole Way To Save Oneself Is To Save Others. Or To Struggle To Save Others -even That Is Sufficient.

Yes, There Is Weeping, Even In Heaven, But It Is For Those Who Are Still Crawling On The Earth.