For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

The wolves prey upon the lambs in the darkness of the night, but the blood stains remain upon the stones in the valley until the dawn comes, and the sun reveals the crime to all.

If any of you would bring judgment the unfaithful wife, let him also weight the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.

He who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass that is loaded with books.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.