“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.