Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That

Be Like A Tree And Let The Dead Leaves Drop.

As You Live Deeper In The Heart, The Mirror Gets Clearer And Cleaner.

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

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

Don't Be Satisfied With Stories, How Things Have Gone With Others. Unfold Your Own Myth.