Whenever Sorrow Comes, Be Kind To It.

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

When You Are With Everyone But Me, You're With No One. When You Are With No One But Me, You're With Everyone. Instead Of Being So Bound Up With Everyone, Be Everyone. When You Become That Many, You're Nothing. Empty.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

Tis Easy To Break An Idol, Very Easy: To Regard The Self As Easy To Subdue Is Folly, Folly.

The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The Thorns.