You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth./The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.

An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Many are the places of worship, but few indeed are those who worship in Spirit and in truth.

If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.

Madness is the first step towards unselfishness. Be mad and tell us what is behind the veil of "sanity". The purpose of life is to bring us closer to those secrets, and madness is the only means.