The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

Any wine will get you high. Judge like a king, and choose the purest, the ones unadulterated with fear, or some urgency about "what's needed."

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

You have no need to travel anywhere - journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.