As you die continually when living. So do you live continually when dead; if not in this body, then in a body of another form.

The more elaborate his labyrinths, the further from the Sun his face.

So think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire upon the sky for all and everything to see. For so, in truth, it is.

Whoever cannot find a temple in his heart, the same can never find his heart in any temple.

As you die continually when living. So do you live continually when dead; if not in this body, then in a body of another form.

Your breath upon the wind shall surely lodge within some breast. Ask not whose breast it is. See only that the breath itself be pure.

Often you shall think your road impassable, sombre and companionless. Have will and plod along; and round each curve you shall find a new companion.