How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

Intelligence is the shadow of objective truth. How can the shadow vie with sunshine?

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

If you love someone, you are always joined with them--in joy, in absence, in solitude, in strife.

On this path let the heart be your guide.

A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness