From out of all the many particulars comes oneness, and out of oneness come all the many particulars.

When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.

Under the comb, the tangle and the straight path are the same.

Eternity is a child playing, playing checkers; the kingdom belongs to a child.

Abundance of knowledge does not teach men to be wise.

The awake share a common world, but the asleep turn aside into private worlds.

Greater dooms win greater destinies.