A White Flower Grows In The Quietness.

The Body Is Not Hidden From The Soul, Nor Is The Soul Hidden From The Body, And Yet The Soul Is Not For Everyone To See.

The Lamps Are Different, But The Light Is The Same. One Matter, One Energy, One Light, One Light-mind, Endlessly Emanating All Things.

What A Piece Of Bread Looks Like Depends On Whether You Are Hungry Or Not.

The One Who Has A Good Friend Doesn't Need Any Mirror.

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?