This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.

People who repress desires often turn, suddenly, into hypocrites.

Friendship of the wise is good; a wise enemy is better than a foolish friend.

Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings.... Leave and don't look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you're sometimes crescent, sometimes full.

You had better run from me. My words are fire.