‘the doer’ is merely a fiction added to the deed – the deed is everything.

Deeds need time, even after they are done, in order to be seen or heard.

But we do as we have always done: we take whatever is cast into us down into our depths -- for we are deep, we do not forget -- and once more grow clear. . . .

When one has finished building one's house, one suddenly realizes that in the process one has learned something that one really needed to know in the worst way - before one began.

But one thing is the thought, another thing is the deed, and another thing is the idea of the deed. The wheel of causality doth not roll between them.

When one rows, it is not the rowing which moves the ship: rowing is only a magical ceremony by means of which one compels a demon to move the ship.