There Is No End To Education. It

Why Are We Such Tortured Human Beings, With Tears In Our Eyes And False Laughter On Our Lips? If You Could Walk Alone Among Those Hills Or In The Woods Or Along The Long, White, Bleached Sands, In That Solitude You Would Know What Meditation Is. The Ecstasy Of Solitude Comes When You Are Not Frightened To Be Alone No Longer Belonging To The World Or Attached To Anything. Then, Like That Dawn That Came Up This Morning, It Comes Silently, And Makes A Golden Path In The Very Stillness, Which Was At The Beginning, Which Is Now, And Which Will Be Always There.

You May Remember The Story Of How The Devil And A Friend Of His Were Walking Down The Street, When They Saw Ahead Of Them A Man Stoop Down And Pick Up Something From The Ground, Look At It, And Put It Away In His Pocket. The Friend Said To The Devil, "what Did That Man Pick Up?" "he Picked Up A Piece Of The Truth," Said The Devil. "that Is A Very Bad Business For You, Then," Said His Friend. "oh, Not At All," The Devil Replied, "i Am Going To Help Him Organize It."

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.

We Shall Quench Our Thirst, For We Shall Drink Deep At The Bubbling Fountain Of Wisdom.

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.