And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart: Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

I discovered the secret of the sea in meditation upon a dewdrop.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.

I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.