A Mind That Practices Love Cannot Love.

Only The Mind That Has Emptied Itself Of The Known Is Creative. That Is Creation. What It Creates Has Nothing To Do With It. Freedom From The Known Is The State Of A Mind That Is In Creation.

Why Are We Such Tortured Human Beings, With Tears In Our Eyes And False Laughter On Our Lips? If You Could Walk Alone Among Those Hills Or In The Woods Or Along The Long, White, Bleached Sands, In That Solitude You Would Know What Meditation Is. The Ecstasy Of Solitude Comes When You Are Not Frightened To Be Alone No Longer Belonging To The World Or Attached To Anything. Then, Like That Dawn That Came Up This Morning, It Comes Silently, And Makes A Golden Path In The Very Stillness, Which Was At The Beginning, Which Is Now, And Which Will Be Always There.

The Primary Cause Of Disorder In Ourselves Is The Seeking Of Reality Promised By Another.

The Ending Of Sorrow Is The Beginning Of Wisdom. Knowledge Is Always Within The Shadow Of Ignorance. Meditation Is Freedom From Thought And A Movement In The Ecstasy Of Truth. Meditation Is Explosion Of Intelligence.

I Do Not Think That You Can Try And Systematize Education For The Whole World. I Would Try Experiments In Small Communities And In Schools To See How They Work Out, Instead Of Taking The Children Of An Entire Nation And Trying To Bring Them Up On The Same System.