When The Suffering Becomes Acute Enough, One

The World, As It Is Now, Wants To Die, Wants To Perish — And It Will.

The Day Had Gone By Just As Days Go By. I Had Killed It In Accordance With My Primitive And Retiring Way Of Life.

Some Of Us Think Holding On Makes Us Strong; But Sometimes It Is Letting Go.

Whether It Is Good Or Evil, Whether Life In Itself Is Pain Or Pleasure, Whether It Is Uncertain-that It May Perhaps Be This Is Not Important-but The Unity Of The World, The Coherence Of All Events, The Embracing Of The Big And The Small From The Same Stream, From The Same Law Of Cause, Of Becoming And Dying.

There Is A Miracle In Every New Beginning