The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell.

The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What To Ignore.

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.

If Thou Has Not Seen The Devil, Look At Thine Own Self.

I Saw Many Humans On Whom There Were No Clothes. I Saw Many Clothes In Which There Were No Humans.