There's A Great And Unutterable Beauty In

To Me, Then, True Criticism Consists In Trying To Find Out The Intrinsic Worth Of The Thing Itself, And Not In Attributing A Quality To That Thing. You Attribute A Quality To An Environment, To An Experience, Only When You Want To Derive Something From It, When You Want To Gain Or To Have Power Or Happiness. Now This Destroys True Criticism. Your Desire Is Perverted Through Attributing Values, And Therefore You Cannot See Clearly. Instead Of Trying To See The Flower In Its Original And Entire Beauty, You Look At It Through Coloured Glasses, And Therefore You Can Never See It As It Is.

A Mind That Is Afraid Withers Away; It Cannot Function Properly.

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

From These Prejudices There Arises Conflict, Transient Joys And Suffering. But We Are Unconscious Of This, Unconscious That We Are Slaves To Certain Forms Of Tradition, To Social And Political Environment, To False Values.

Are You Trying To Grasp The Quality Of Intelligence, Compassion, The Immense Sense Of Beauty, The Perfume Of Love And That Truth Which Has No Path To It?