Be Crumbled. So Wild Flowers Will Come

If You Have No Eyes, Do Not Walk Blindly; Take A Staff In Your Hand. If You Have No Staff Of Insight, Do Not Walk Without A Guide.

How Did You Get Here? Close Your Eyes . . . And Surrender!

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

You Are The Essence Of The Essence, The Intoxication Of Love. I Long To Sing Your Praises But Stand Mute With The Agony Of Wishing In My Heart !

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