But listen to me. For one moment quit being sad. Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.

Know that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.

The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both, you don't belong with us.

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

Don't seek the water; get thirst.

Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.