Words exist because of meaning; once you’ve gotten the meaning, you can forget the words.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, find no place in that man's breast; for to him all creation is ONE. And all things being thus united in ONE, his body and limbs are but as dust of the earth, and life and death, beginning, and end, are but as night and day, and cannot destroy his peace. How much less such trifles as gain or loss, misfortune or good fortune?

You are still guided by your expectations.

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.

Do not struggle. Go with the flow of things, and you will find yourself at one with the mysterious unity of the Universe.

To examine oneself makes good use of sight.

Life comes from the earth and life returns to the earth.