Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]

If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

If a man loses a dear friend, he looks around and sees many friends come to console and comfort him. If a man loses his wealth, after a little thought he will realize that the delight that came from wealth will be restored by finding more. Thus he forgets his loss and is consoled. But if a man's heart is deprived of peace, where will he find it again, how will he replace it?