Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in love.

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.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

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

Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.