Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.
Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.