Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.
I will conquer the whole world and fill it with myself
The world is a playground, and death is the night.
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
You can accomplish a hundred other things but if you do not accomplish the one thing for which you have been sent, it will be as if you have done nothing.