You Can Read Books Without Ever Stepping

If The Heart Is Unobstructed, The Result Is Love.

A Writer Arrived At The Monastery To Write A Book About The Master. "people Say You Are A Genius . Are You?" He Asked. "you Might Say So." Said The Master, None Too Modestly. "and What Makes One A Genius?" "the Ability To Recognize." "recognize What?" "the Butterfly In A Caterpillar: The Eagle In An Egg; The Saint In A Selfish Human Being.

The Master Was Exceedingly Gracious To University Dons Who Visited Him, But He Would Never Reply To Their Questions Or Be Drawn Into Their Theological Speculations. To His Disciples, Who Marveled At This, He Said, "can One Talk About The Ocean To A Frog In A Well Or About The Divine To People Who Are Restricted By Their Concepts?

A Good Teacher Offers Practice, A Bad One Offers Theories.

You Have To Understand, My Dears, That The Shortest Distance Between Truth And A Human Being Is A Story.