Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...

The world is nothing but a moment.

Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing