The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.

Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.

The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.

You could string a hundred endless days together, My soul would find no comfort from this pain. You laugh at my tale? You may be educated But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.

O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.