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

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

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

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

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