This Being Human Is A Guest House.

That Which Is False Troubles The Heart, But Truth Brings Joyous Tranquility.

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

For Me To Praise Is Interrupting Praise.

Oh You, Straying Heart, Just Come! Oh You, Aching Liver, Just Come! If The Path To The Gate Is Closed, Take The Way By The Wall, But Come!

If You Want To Win Hearts, Sow The Seeds Of Love. If You Want Heaven, Stop Scattering Thorns On The Road.