"Mountain forests and loamy fields swell my heart with joy. But ere the joy be passed, sorrow is upon me again.
- Familiarity destroys the charm.
Joy and sorrow come and go, and over them I have no control.
"Alas! the life of man is but as a stoppage at an inn. He knows that which comes within the range of his experience. Otherwise, he knows not. He knows that he can do what he can do, and that he cannot do what he cannot do. But there is always that which he does not know and that which he cannot do; and to struggle that it shall not be so,—is not this a cause for grief?
"The best language is that which is not spoken, the best form of action is that which is without deeds.
- Then conformity and adaptation are not required.
Spread out your knowledge and it will be found to be shallow."
- It will by no means cover the area of the knowable. "Read this chapter," says one critic, "and the Tripitaka and the Mahâyâna will open out before you as beneath a sharp-edged blade."