Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path. . .

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.

I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.

Traveler, there is no path, the path must be forged as you walk.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

What the poet is searching for is not the fundamental I but the deep you.

Avoid pulpits, platforms, stages and pedestals. Keep to the hard ground. It is the only way you can judge your approximate status as a man.

Don't just create art to make money. Make money so you can create more art. (Exchange any words you want for 'create art' and see if it fits).

Always educate yourself regardless of how old you are.

God does not care about our mathematical difficulties. He integrates empirically.

If you smile, even if you’re feeling bad, the action of the muscles will trick your brain into thinking you’re happy

Taoism has no rules. It's a suggestion for preceiving life in its wholeness, without unnessary categorization, yet enjoying the beauty of categorization.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

In the corridors under tehre is nothing but sleep. And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep On moon-washed apples of wonder.

Standing up for what you believe in comes at a price but backing down exacts a toll that your soul never stops paying

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit.

Missionary service is a priesthood duty.