The Closer One Gets To Realizing His

A Warrior Accepts Defeat. He Does Not Treat It As A Matter Of Indifference, Nor Does He Attempt To Transform It Into A Victory. The Pain Of Defeat Is Bitter To Him; He Suffers At Indifference And Becomes Desperate With Loneliness. After All This Has Passed, He Licks His Wounds And Begins Everything Anew. A Warrior Knows That War Is Made Of Many Battles: He Goes On

Dream And Don't Ask Too Many Questions, Or Fear Will Overcome Your Feelings.

They Were Strange Books. They Spoke About Mercury, Salt, Dragons, And Kings, And He Didn't Understand Any Of It.

A Flower Is Not Better When It Blooms Than When It Is Merely A Bud; At Each Stage It Is The Same Thing — A Flower In The Process Of Expressing Its Potential.

I Am Living Here And Now. The Blessing Of My Life Is That I Am Totally Concentrating On The Present Moment. And I Want To Be Because There Is Nothing But The Present Moment.