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.

Every leaf that grows will tell you: what you sow will bear fruit, so if you have any sense my friend, don't plant anything but Love.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.

Be kind and honest, and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you.

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.

With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.