The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions.

The world belongs to those who let go.

Countless words count less than the silent balance between yin and yang.

I have just three things to teach: simplicity$$$ patience$$$ compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe$$$ the kindness of the muses.

I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken$$$ and I am the blow.

Viewed from a distance$$$ everything is beautiful.

Why does a woman work ten years to change a man$$$ then complain he's not the man she married?

Happiness is the perpetual possession of being well deceived.