Half Of What I Say

Work Is Love Made Visible. And If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work And Sit At The Gate Of The Temple And Take Alms Of Those Who Work With Joy.

They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

The Snow And The Storm Destroy The Flower; But Its Seed They Cannot Kill.

The Lights Of Stars That Were Extinguished Ages Ago Still Reaches Us. So It Is With Great Men Who Died Centuries Ago, But Still Reach Us With The Radiations Of Their Personalities.

What Of The Old Serpent Who Cannot Shed His Skin, And Calls All Others Naked And Shameless?