lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky.

I can think. I can wait. I can fast.

What is the holding of breath? It is a flight from the Self, it is a temporary escape from the torment of Self. It is a temporary palliative against the pain and folly of life.

Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

The art of love-giving and taking become one.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.