Although The Pure Truth Has Never Been

If You Investigate The Matter Deeply Enough And Widely Enough, You Will Find That Happiness Eludes Nearly All Men Despite The Fact That They Are Forever Seeking It. The Fortunate And Successful Few Are Those Who Have Stopped Seeking With The Ego Alone And Allow The Search To Be Directed Inwardly By The Higher Self. They Alone Can Find A Happiness Unblemished By Defects Or Deficiencies, A Supreme Good Which Is Not A Further Source Of Pain And Sorrow But An Endless Source Of Satisfaction And Peace.

The Artist Must Raise The Cup Of His Vision Aloft To The Gods In The High Hope That They Will Pour Into It The Sweet Mellow Wine Of Inspiration.

When It Seems Humanly Impossible To Do More In A Difficult Situation, Surrender Yourself To The Inner Silence And Thereafter Wait For A Sign Of Obvious Guidance Or For A Renewal Of Inner Strength.

Solitude Is Strength; To Depend On The Presence Of The Crowd Is Weakness. The Man Who Needs A Mob To Nerve Him Is Much More Alone Than He Imagines.

When Spiritual Seeking Becomes Too Complicated, Its Exercies Too Elaborated, Its Doctrines Too Esoteric, It Becomes Also Too Artificial And The Resulting Achievements Too Fabricated. It Is The Beginners And Intermediates Who Carry This Heavy And Unnecessary Burden, Who Involve Themselves To The Point Of Becoming Neurotics.