Hanya sunyi, yang sanggup mengajarkan kita, untuk tak mendua.

What good is science if not expand one's soul so that she behaves like an ocean that holds the trash. What good is intelligence if not enlarge one's personality so that he was increasingly able to understand other people?

Only the lonely, who can teach us, to not ambiguous.

You must become a free man so that you have “Sidik Paningal; Java” (lucidity and precision of sight). Later, you achieve the peak of detachment of sight (Ma’rifat), where you see something to the horizon with great clarity. Do not take another step before you are certain that the path you take is the right one. Failure is another matter; what matters is precision.

Cobalah engkau beranjak dari kursi, pergilah ke cermin. Sejenak saja. Tataplah wajahmu, badanmu, pakaianmu, dan seluruh penampilanmu. Setidaknya engkau bisa menyadari satu hal saja: Bahwa potongan rambutmu yang seperti itu , jenis dan warna baju dan celanamu, juga seluruh benda yang menempel di badanmu-semuanya-adalah sesuatu yang engkau pilih sesuai dengan kesenanganmu.

Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart.