Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe!

Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of The Candle

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

Know Mankind Well, Don't Degrade Every Man As Evil, And Don't Exalt Every Man Thinking He Is Good. He Who Cannot Discover Himself; Cannot Discover The World.

I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depth Of The Stars.