Land of the rising sun

Whenever you argue with another wiser than yourself in order that others may admire your wisdom, they will discover your ignorance.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.