The main object of teaching is not to give explanations, but to knock at the doors of the mind.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Do not blame the food because you have no appetite.

Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.