I Am Also A Painter. I Paint

Worry Is The Product Of Feverish Imagination Working Under The Stimulus Of Desires... It Is A Necessary Resultant Of Attachment To The Past Or To The Anticipated Future, And It Always Persists In Some Form Or Other Until The Mind Is Completely Detached From Everything.

When A Person Tells Others "be Good," He Conveys To His Hearers The Feeling That He Is Good And They Are Not.

The Experiences Which Drugs Induce Are As Far Removed From Reality As Is A Mirage, From Water. No Matter How Much You Pursue The Mirage, You Will Never Quench Your Thirst, And The Search For Truth Through Drugs Must End In Disillusionment.

God Has Come Again And Again In Various Forms, Has Spoken Again And Again In Different Words And Different Languages The Same One Truth - But How Many Are There That Live Up To It? Instead Of Making Truth The Vitalbreath Of His Life, Man Compromises By Making Over And Over Againa Mechanical Religion Of It - A Handy Staff To Lean On In Times Of Adversity, A Soothing Balm For His Conscience Or A Tradition To Be Followed.

It Is Not So Much That You Are Within The Cosmos But That The Cosmos Is Within You.