We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror
Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.
Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.
We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.