If You Never Condemned You Would Never

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.

The Tragedy Of An Attachment Is That If Its Object Is Not Attained It Causes Unhappiness. But If It Is Attained, It Does Not Cause Happiness – It Merely Causes A Flash Of Pleasure Followed By Weariness, And It Is Always Accompanied, Of Course, By The Anxiety That You May Lose The Object Of Your Attachment.

You Know, All Mystics - Catholic, Christian, Non-christian, No Matter What Their Theology, No Matter What Their Religion - Are Unanimous On One Thing: That All Is Well, All Is Well. Though Everything Is A Mess, All Is Well. Strange Paradox, To Be Sure. But, Tragically, Most People Never Get To See That All Is Well Because They Are Asleep. They Are Having A Nightmare.

Those Who Make No Mistakes Are Making The Biggest Mistakes Of All - They Are Attempting Nothing New.

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.