Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your myth.
I should be suspicious of what I want.
We carry inside us wonders we seek outside us.
I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.
Don't you know yet? It is your light that lights the world.
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. The death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.
Achieve some perfection yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.
Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.
Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.