The Thought Is Not The Thing.

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.

A Mind That Is Disciplined, Controlled, Is Free Within Its Own Pattern; But That Is Not Freedom. The End Of Discipline Is Conformity; Its Path Leads To The Known, And The Known Is Never The Free.

If We Try To Listen We Find It Extraordinarily Difficult, Because We Are Always Projecting Our Opinions And Ideas, Our Prejudices, Our Background, Our Inclinations, Our Impulses; When They Dominate, We Hardly Listen At All To What Is Being Said...one Listens And Therefore Learns, Only In A State Of Silence, In Which This Whole Background Is In Abeyance, Is Quite; Then, It Seems To Me, It Is Possible To Communicate

The Fundamental Factor Of Self-deception Is This Constant Desire To Be Something In This World And In The World Hereafter.

When There Is Love, There Is No Duty. When You Love Your Wife, You Share Everything With Her-your Property, Your Trouble, Your Anxiety, Your Joy. You Do Not Dominate. You Are Not The Man And She Is Not The Woman To Be Used And Thrown Aside, A Sort Of Breeding Machine To Carry On Your Name. When There Is Love, The Word Duty Disappears.