Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone, and a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse.
Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.
Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.
Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.
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.