If you have eyes of trust, nobody can deceive you

This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased

Love knows no rules. It is not arithmetic, it is poetry

Let me show you the path in which there is no coming and going

Don’t lean to the right, don’t lean to the left

Love is the real moon; money is the reflection

When there is really love, it doesn’t bother to whom it reaches

You learn from the heart, you study from the head

Masters never do anything unnecessarily, not even raising a finger

The sound of one hand clapping

Is that so?

Whenever anything happens, don’t look out, look within

Go on throwing your invitations to the winds

Before the omnipotent the intellect is impotent

All things come in their due seasons