O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.
I know a cure for sadness: Let our hands touch something that makes your eyes smile.
Don't forget love; it will bring you all the madness you need to unfurl yourself across the universe.
Only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweller knows the nature of the jewel.
He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.
If living on fruits and water is of superior merit, monkeys and fish will go to heaven before men.