He Is One Of Those Who Has

Only One Feat Is Possible: Not To Have Run Away.

It Is Easy To Be Nice, Even To An Enemy - From Lack Of Character.

Be Grateful As Your Deeds Become Less And Less Associated With Your Name, As Your Feet Ever More Lightly Tread The Earth.

At Every Moment You Choose Yourself. But Do You Choose *your* Self? Body And Soul Contain A Thousand Possibilities Out Of Which You Can Build Many I's. But In One Of Them Is There A Congruence Of The Elector And The Elected. Only One--which You Will Never Find Until You Have Excluded All Those Superficial And Fleeting Possibilities Of Being And Doing With Which You Toy, Out Of Curiosity Or Wonder Or Greed, And Which Hinder You From Casting Anchor In The Experience Of The Mystery Of Life, And The Consciousness Of The Talent Entrusted To You Which Is Your *i*.

You Cannot Play With The Animal In You Without Becoming Wholly Animal, Play With Falsehood Without Forfeiting Your Right To Truth, Play With Cruelty Without Losing Your Sensitivity Of Mind. He Who Wants To Keep His Garden Tidy Does Not Reserve A Plot For Weeds