A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.

It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.

What is outside yourself does not convey much worth; Clothes do not make the man, the saddle not the horse.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.