More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight

He Who Does Not Know How To Believe, Should Not Know.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

Whatever I Take, I Take Too Much Or Too Little; I Do Not Take The Exact Amount. The Exact Amount Is No Use To Me.