You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don't know the value of your own soul, it's all foolishness.

Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.

Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

What is the Heart? A flower opening.

You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.

Happy is the moment we sit together, with two forms, with two faces, yet one soul. You and I.