I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.

Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.

He who does not know how to believe, should not know.