The ultimate, most holy form of theory is action.

If only we know, boss, what the stones and rain and flowers say. Maybe they call-call us-and we don't hear them. When will people's ears open, boss? When shall we have our eyes open to see? When shall we open our arms to embrace everything-stones, rain, flowers, and people? What do you think about that, boss? And what do your books have to say about that?

Go as far as you can. Go further than you can!

The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.

Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.

All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?

God changes appearances every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises. One moment he is a glass of fresh water, the next, your son bouncing on your knees or an enchanting woman, or perhaps merely a morning walk.