Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.
Every object, every being, is a jar full of delight.
Look for the answer inside your question.
Take someone who doesn't keep score, who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing, who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: he's free.
All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.
The sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breath.