We Stumble And Fall Constantly, Even When

We Cannot Find Him Unless We Know We Need Him. We Forget This Need When We Take A Self-sufficient Pleasure In Our Own Good Works. The Poor And Helpless Are The First To Find Him, Who Came To Seek And To Save That Which Was Lost.

Hurry Ruins Saints As Well As Artists.

Because Of Their Enmity You Will Be Left Alone. They Will Cast You Out And Forsake You.

The Whole Aim Of Zen Is Not To Make Foolproof Statements About Experience, But To Come To Direct Grips With Reality Without The Mediation Of Logical Verbalizing.

The Only Way To Make A Man Worthy Of Love Is By Loving Him.