“The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.”

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

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Listen to the reed, how it tells a tale, complaining of separations.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

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

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.