Acquiring Knowledge Is A Form Of Imitation.

Ugliness And Evil Are Necessary For Growth But They May Be Experienced Vicariously.

In The Space Which Thought Creates Around Itself There Is No Love. This Space Divides Man From Man, And In It Is All The Becoming, The Battle Of Life, The Agony And Fear. Meditation Is The Ending Of This Space, The Ending Of The Me.

Pain Itself Destroys Pain. Suffering Itself Frees Man From Suffering.

To Me, Then, True Criticism Consists In Trying To Find Out The Intrinsic Worth Of The Thing Itself, And Not In Attributing A Quality To That Thing. You Attribute A Quality To An Environment, To An Experience, Only When You Want To Derive Something From It, When You Want To Gain Or To Have Power Or Happiness. Now This Destroys True Criticism. Your Desire Is Perverted Through Attributing Values, And Therefore You Cannot See Clearly. Instead Of Trying To See The Flower In Its Original And Entire Beauty, You Look At It Through Coloured Glasses, And Therefore You Can Never See It As It Is.

Without Love There Is No Art. When The Artist Is Playing Beautifully There Is No 'me; There Is Love And Beauty, And This Is Art. This Is Skill In Action.