It Is Only In Alert Silence That

Contentment Is Not Happiness. Contentment Is Stagnation And Decay, Whereas Happiness Is Life And Growth.

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.

It Is Raining And You Can Hear The Pattern Of The Drops. You Can Hear It With Your Ears, Or You Can Hear It Out Of That Deep Silence. If You Hear It With Complete Silence Of The Mind, Then The Beauty Of It Is Such That Cannot Be Put Into Words Or Onto Canvas, Because That Beauty Is Something Beyond Self-expression .

When An Artist Paints A Picture He Does Not Want You To Consider His Personality As Represented In That Picture - He Wants You To Look At The Beauty Of That Picture. No One Cares Who Has Painted The Picture As Long As It Is Beautiful.

The Earth Doesn't Belong To Anyone. It Is The Land Upon Which All Of Us Are To Live For Many Years, Ploughing, Reaping And Destroying. You Are Always A Guest On This Earth And Have The Austerity Of A Guest. Austerity Is Far Deeper Than Owning Only A Few Things. The Very Word Austerity Has Been Spoilt By The Monks, By The Sannyasis, By The Hermits. Sitting On That High Hill Alone In The Solitude Of Many Things, Many Rocks And Little Animals And Ants, That Word Has No Meaning.