A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.

Silence is the sea, and speech is like the river. The sea is seeking you: don't seek the river. Don't turn your head away from the signs offered by the sea.

There is an original inside me.