Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without Tasting The Water Of Its Own Essence.

When Someone Critises Or Disagrees With You, A Small Ant Of Hatred And Antagonism Is Born In Your Heart. If You Do Not Squash That Ant At Once, It Might Grow Into A Snake, Or Even A Dragon.

Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind Silence. Stay There Until You See You're Looking At The Light With Infinite Eyes.

The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty Of The Heart

You Have Forgotten The One Who Doesn't Care About Ownership, Who Doesn't Try To Turn A Profit From Every Human Exchange.