I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.

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

Know mankind well, don't degrade every man as evil, and don't exalt every man thinking he is good. He who cannot discover himself; cannot discover the world.

Knowing that conscious decisions and personal memory are much too small a place to live, every human being streams at night into the loving nowhere, or during the day, in some absorbing work.

What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.

And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.

Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field, I'll meet you there