“Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.”

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?

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

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.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.