I don’t know why; when I look at you, I see myself

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.

And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

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 life of this world is nothing but the harmony of opposites