Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.

The final flight make your last journey from this strange world soar for the heights where there is no more God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive.

Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Peaceful is the one who is not concerned with having more or less.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

I've said before that every craftsman searches for what's not there to practice his craft.

You do not see clearly the evil in yourself, else you would hate yourself with all your soul. Like the lion who sprang at his image in the water, you are only hurting yourself, O foolish man. When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.