We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all!

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

The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

There's courage involved if you want to become Truth.