When you kill a beast, say to him in your heart: ~By the same power that slays you, I too am slain, and I too shall be consumed. ~For the law that delivers you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. ~Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

The truly good is he who is one with all those who are deemed bad.

You have your ideology and I have mine.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.