More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

The Dream Which Is Not Fed With Dream Disappears.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

The Children Whom Nobody Leads By The Hand Are The Children Who Know They Are Children.

I Have Been My Own Disciple And My Own Master. And I Have Been A Good Disciple But A Bad Master.