World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.
Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?
Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.
Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.