We All Face Death In The End.

There's Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness.

Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now We Are Beings Of Light, Radiating Love.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It.

In The Blackest Of Your Moments, Wait With No Fear.