The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.

Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.

Judge the moth by the beauty of the candle

I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.