The most marvelous places for meditation have all met your gaze.

You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!

"Let go of him, and you let go of all."

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

"With my life I'll repay the title he gave me!"

More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.

Fields kept trim leave time to skim.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

There will be more sages if their maker still engages.

Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!

Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.

Nothing sparks your talents more than a spark of thought.