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.

When one sense perceives the hidden, the invisible world becomes apparent to the whole.

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

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

What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.