When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?
The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?
Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.
I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.
Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.