Purify yourself from the attributes of self, so that you may see your own pure, untarnished essence.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.

The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.

Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.

My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.

Close both eyes to see with the other eye.