In his lonely solitude, the solitary man feeds upon himself; in the thronging multitude, the many feed upon him. Now choose.

Become who you are. Make what only you can make.

Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.

The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes.

Whoever possesses the will to suffering within himself has a different attitude towards cruelty: he does not regard it as inherently harmful and bad.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.

When we stand the truth on its head we generally fail to notice that our head is not standing where it should be standing either.