There is no fire like passion: there is no evil and hatred.

As a bee without harming the flower, its colour or scent, flies away, collecting only the honey, even so should the sage wander in the village.

How long the night to the watchman, How long the road to the weary traveller, How long the wandering of many lives To the fool who misses the way.

After much seeking for truth and knowledge the profoundness of reality came to me with a clarity never before known.

Analyzing through special insight and realizing the lack of inherent existence constitute understanding of the signless.

In our interactions with others, gentleness, kindness, respectare the source of harmony

Most problems, if you give them enough time and space, will eventually wear themselves out