What we appear to be is a fleeting shadow, a distorted and fragmentary reflection of what we all are when we no longer assume that we are that phenomenal appearance.
The Tenth Man by Wei Wu Wei
The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.
1903 - H. G. Wells
What do you have to do? Pack your bags, Go to the station without them, Catch the train, And leave your self behind. - Open Secret by Wei Wu Wei