The most important things in life cannot be stolen.

[yeuxdusoleil]

Master Ryokan lived for many years as a hermit owning nothing but his robe and bowl. One evening his modest hut was visited by a robber. Instead of resisting, Ryokan insisted the robber take everything he had. In the morning his students found him sitting, naked and content, in his empty hut. Ryokan's poem:

The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.