Slowly, slowly, O mind, everything in its own time happens. The gardener may water with a hundred pots, but fruit arrives only in season.

Sit upon a cold stone for three years, and it will become warm.

Spilled water never returns to the tray.

The crane lives a thousand years, the tortoise ten thousand; walk with nature's deliberate rhythm.

Time is the quietest physician; allow the seasons to do their work.

Misfortune may conceal a blessing, just as fortune may harbor sorrow.

Patience can cook a stone until it becomes soft and sweet.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

The road of life is paved with cobblestones of patience, each one laid with prayer.

Even the gods cannot alter what has already been woven into the tapestry of the past.

The wound is the place where the light enters you.

What you seek is seeking you.

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.