From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
You look at it, but it is not to be seen; Its name is Formless. You listen to it, but it is not to be heard; Its name is Soundless. You grasp it, but it is not to be held; Its name is Bodiless. These three elude all scrutiny. And hence they blend and become one.
I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
The mode of living which is founded upon a total harmlessness towards all creatures upon a minimum of such harm is the highest morality.
