Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.
The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
I am in Love with Love and Love is in love with me.
Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.