History does not repeat itself except in the minds of those who do not know history.

If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.

Each day look into your conscience and amend your faults; if you fail in this duty you will be untrue to the Knowledge and Reason that are within you. Keep a watchful eye over yourself as if you were your own enemy; for you cannot learn to govern yourself, unless you first learn to govern your own passions and obey the dictates of your conscience.

And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.