Grief Can Be The Garden Of Compassion.

Discard Yourself And Thereby Regain Yourself. Spread The Trap Of Humility And Ensnare Love.

The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea.

In The Middle Of My Heart, A Star Appeared, And The Seven Heavens Were Lost In Its Brilliance.

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

Intelligence Is The Shadow Of Objective Truth. How Can The Shadow Vie With Sunshine?