It Is Easy To Be Nice, Even

To Have Humility Is To Experience Reality, Not In Relation To Ourselves, But In Its Sacred Independence. It Is To See, Judge, And Act From The Point Of Rest In Ourselves. Then, How Much Disappears, And All That Remains Falls Into Place. In The Point Of Rest At The Center Of Our Being, We Encounter A World Where All Things Are At Rest In The Same Way. Then A Tree Becomes A Mystery, A Cloud A Revelation, Each Man A Cosmos Of Whose Riches We Can Only Catch Glimpses. The Life Of Simplicity Is Simple, But It Opens To Us A Book In Which We Never Get Beyond The First Syllable.

Never Measure The Height Of A Mountain Until You Have Reached The Top. Then You Will See How Low It Was.

Here Man Is No Longer The Center Of The World, Only A Witness, But A Witness Who Is Also A Partner In The Silent Life Of Nature, Bound By Secret Affinities Of The Trees.

The Breaking Wave And The Muscle As It Contracts Obey The Same Law. Delicate Line Gathers The Body's Total Strength In A Bold Balance. Shall My Soul Meet So Severe A Curve, Journeying On Its Way To Form?

The Truth Is So Simple That It Is Regarded As A Pretentious Banality.