Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

There's no one with intelligence in this town except that man over there playing with the children, the one riding the stick horse. He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.