Though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.

Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so you must know pain.

The self is a sea boundless and measureless. The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.

Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless.

When you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart, "Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."

Rest in reason and move in passion. Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die; as well as the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions, they cease to be mind.