The Significance Of Life Is Living.

It Does Not In The Least Concern Me Whether I Shall Have At The End Of My Life Thirty People Who Understand Or Three Hundred. I Am Like An Artist Who Paints A Picture Because He Must, Otherwise He Is Unhappy - Not Unhappy, But He Must Obey That Creative Impulse.

Have You Ever Sat Very Quietly With Closed Eyes And Watched The Movement Of Your Own Thinking? Have You Watched Your Mind Working?or Rather, Has Your Mind Watched Itself In Operation, Just To See What Your Thoughts Are, What Your Feelings Are, How You Look At The Trees, At The Flowers, At The Birds, At People, How You Respond To A Suggestion Or React To A New Idea? Have You Ever Done This?

Enlightenment Is An Accident, But Some Activities Make You Accident-prone.

Love Is Not Of The Mind, It Is Not In The Net Of Thought, It Cannot Be Sought Out, Cultivated, Cherished; It Is There When The Mind Is Silent And The Heart Is Empty Of The Things Of The Mind.

Doesn't Becoming Imply Time?