All Real Living Is Meeting.

All Journeys Have Secret Destinations Of Which The Traveller Is Unaware.

One Should Hallow All That One Does In One's Natural Life. One Eats In Holiness, Tastes The Taste Of Food In Holiness, And The Table Becomes An Altar. One Works In Holiness, And Raises Up The Sparks Which Hide Themselves In All Tools. One Walks In Holiness Across The Fields, And The Soft Songs Of All Herbs, Which They Voice To God, Enter Into The Song Of Our Soul.

When A Man Has Made Peace Within Himself, He Will Be Able To Make Peace In The Whole World.

Meet The World With The Fullness Of Your Being, And You Shall Meet God. Of You Wish To Believe, Love.

A Story Must Be Told In Such A Way That It Constitutes Help In Itself. My Grandfather Was Lame. Once They Asked Him To Tell A Story About His Teacher. And He Related How The Holy Baal Shem Used To Hop And Dance While He Prayed. My Grandfather Rose As He Spoke, And He Was So Swept Away By His Story That He Himself Began To Hop And Dance To Show How The Master Had Done. From That Hour He Was Cured Of His Lameness. That's How To Tell A Story.