. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere meaningless uttered on the wind. . .

I’ve known supreme happiness, and I’m not greedy enough to want what I have to go on forever. Every dream ends. Wouldn’t it be foolish, knowing that nothing lasts forever, to insist that one has...

If nothing lasts then everything has meaning. If everything dies that means we actually live.

Shapeshifting requires the ability to transcend your attachments, in particular your ego attachments to identity and who you are. If you can get over your attachment to labeling yourself and your cherishing of your identity,...

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

The rare opportunity to exist, no matter how brief, is worth the pain left in the wake of its disappearance.

Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven’t realized that todayis tomorrow’s nostalgia.

Nothing endures but change.

From the Absolute to the Relative-from the Infinite to the Finite-from the Undifferentiated to the Differentiated-from the Unconditioned to the Conditioned and again from the Relative to the Absolute. That is the whole truth of...