No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness. If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.

We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

For what is prayer but the expansion of your self into the living ether?

The wolves prey upon the lambs in the darkness of the night, but the blood stains remain upon the stones in the valley until the dawn comes, and the sun reveals the crime to all.

Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?

You shall be held down by the chains of your own judgment.