Patience Is The Mother Of Will.

Man Has No Individual 'i'. But There Are, Instead, Hundreds And Thousands Of Separate Small 'i's, Very Often Entirely Unknown To One Another, Never Coming Into Contact, Or, On The Contrary, Hostile To Each Other, Mutually Exclusive And Incompatible. Each Minute, Each Moment, Man Is Saying Or Thinking, 'i'. And Each Time His 'i' Is Different. Just Now It Was A Thought, Now It Is A Desire, Now A Sensation, Now Another Thought, And So On, Endlessly. Man Is A Plurality. Man's Name Is Legion.

There Do Exist Enquiring Minds, Which Long For The Truth Of The Heart, Seek It, Strive To Solve The Problems Set By Life, Try To Penetrate To The Essence Of Things And Phenomena And To Penetrate Into Themselves. If A Man Reasons And Thinks Soundly, No Matter Which Path He Follows In Solving These Problems, He Must Inevitably Arrive Back At Himself, And Begin With The Solution Of The Problem Of What He Is Himself And What His Place Is In The World Around Him.

One Of The Strongest Motives For Wishing To Work On Yourself Is The Realization That You May Die At Any Moment - Only You Must First Realize This.

What Is Possible For Individual Man Is Impossible For The Masses.

Awakening Begins When A Man Realizes That He Is Going Nowhere And Does Not Know Where To Go.