What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.

When you see anyone complaining of such and such a person's ill-nature and bad temper, know that the complainant is bad-tempered, forasmuch as he speaks ill of that bad-tempered person, because he alone is good-tempered who is quietly forbearing towards the bad-tempered and ill-natured.

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.