For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain.
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
Love is a river. Drink from it.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.