In the lie of truth lies the truth.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

If you want something you can have it, but only if you want everything that goes with it, including all the hard work and the despair, and only if you're willing to risk failure.

If you want inner peace, find it in solitude, not speed, and if you would find yourself, look to the land from which you came and to which you go.

One must learn by doing the thing, for though you think you know it, you have no certainty until you try.

I guess that’s the way secrets are. They’re only heavy when you’re holding them. As soon as you let go, the significance of keeping those secrets hidden blows away and everything falls into place.

Ail hope abandon ye who enter here.

Within the brain's most secret cells, A certain lord chief justice dwells, Of sov'reign power, whom one and all, With common voice we reason call.

The night doesn't say to itself, 'Here comes a shooting star to interrupt my peace!'

A certain amount of contempt for the material employed to express an idea is indispensable to the purest realization of this idea.

What of a truth that is bounded by these mountains and is falsehood to the world that lives beyond?

The heart that has truly loved never forgets.