“Only from the heart can you touch the sky.”

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

How many flee from one calamity into another; how many leap from the snake towards the dragon.

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

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I will meet you there.

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

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

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

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?