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 world is right because I feel good. p. 83, Awareness, copyright 1990

The Rose does not preen herself to catch my eye. She blooms because she blooms. A saint is a saint until he knows he is one.

You sanctify whatever you are grateful for.

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?"

To a woman who complained about her destiny the Master said, "It is you who make your destiny." "But surely I am not responsible for being born a woman?" "Being born a woman isn't destiny. That is fate. Destiny is how you accept your womanhood and what you make of it."

Think of a flabby person covered with layers of fat. That is what your mind can become - flabby, covered with layers of fat till it becomes too dull and lazy to think, to observe, to explore, to discover ... not wanting to be disturbed or questioned into wakefulness.