Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

Don't be the rider who gallops all nightand never sees the horse that is beneath him

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.

When you see anyone complaining of such and such a person's ill-nature and bad temper, know that the complainant is bad-tempered, forasmuch as he speaks ill of that bad-tempered person, because he alone is good-tempered who is quietly forbearing towards the bad-tempered and ill-natured.