Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

Like sheaves of corn it gathers you unto itself. It threshes you to make you naked. It sifts you to free you from your husks. It grinds you to whiteness. It kneads you until you are pliant. And then it assigns you to its sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's Heart.

Philosophy began when man ate the produce of the earth and suffered indigestion.

It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.