All I Did Was Sit

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 Rose Does Not Preen Herself To Catch My Eye. She Blooms Because She Blooms. A Saint Is A Saint Until He Knows He Is One.

When I Speak, You Must Not Listen To The Words, My Dear. Listen To The Silence.

Nothing Has Changed But My Attitude, Therefore, Everything Has Changed.

Live Your Life As You See Fit. That's Not Selfish. Selfish Is To Demand That Others Live Their Lives As You See Fit.