In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.

The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

To the seeker after pearls, silence is a speaking argument, for no breath comes forth from the diver of the sea.

Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

Seek for the truth from the heart which is empty of thought.

The wave is ignorant of the true nature of the sea: how can the temporal comprehend the eternal?