The Flowering Of Love Is Meditation.

Fear Is The Destructive Energy In Man. It Withers The Mind, It Distorts Thought, It Leads To All Kinds Of Extraordinarily Clever And Subtle Theories, Absurd Superstitions, Dogmas, And Beliefs.

You Want To Be Loved Because You Do Not Love; But The Moment You Love, It Is Finished, You Are No Longer Inquiring Whether Or Not Somebody Loves You.

Fear Is Nonacceptance Of What Is.

Living Is Not This Tawdry, Mediocre, Disciplined Thing Which We Call Our Existence. Living Is Something Entirely Different; It Is Abundantly Rich, Timelessly Changing, And As Long As We Don't Understand That Eternal Movement, Our Lives Are Bound To Have Very Little Meaning.

The Idea, The Pattern, Is Self-projected; It Is A Form Of Self-worship, Of Self-perpetuation, And Hence Gratifying.