Silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of self.

You are so proud of your intelligence," said the master. "You are like a like a condemned man, proud of the vastness of his prison cell.

The only way someone can be of help to you is in challenging your ideas.

Concepts are always frozen. Reality flows.

Obedience keeps the rules. Love knows when to break them.

Ordinarily, everything we do is in our self-interest. Everything.

Said the monk: "All these mountains and rivers and the earth and stars - where do they come from?" Said the master: "Where does your question come from?"