To Tolerate Is To Insult.

There Is A Powerful Craving In Most Of Us To See Ourselves As Instruments In The Hands Of Others And Thus Free Ourselves From The Responsibility For Acts Which Are Prompted By Our Own Questionable Inclinations And Impulses. Both The Strong And The Weak Grasp At This Alibi. The Latter Hide Their Malevolence Under The Virtue Of Obedience: They Acted Dishonorably Because They Had To Obey Orders. The Strong, Too, Claim Absolution By Proclaiming Themselves The Chosen Instrument Of A Higher Power -- God, History, Fate, Nation, Or Humanity.

Because One Does Not Want To Be Disturbed, To Be Made Uncertain, He Establishes A Pattern Of Conduct, Of Thought, A Pattern Of Relationships To Man. He Then Becomes A Slave To The Pattern And Takes The Pattern To Be The Real Thing.

Learning Is Never Cumulative, It Is A Movement Of Knowing Which Has No Beginning And No End.

In Building A Statue, A Sculptor Doesn't Keep Adding Clay To His Subject. Actually, He Keeps Chiseling Away At The Nonessentials Until The Truth Of His Creation Is Revealed Without Obstruction.

The More Aware You Become, The More You Shed From Day To Day What You Have Learned So That Your Mind Is Always Fresh And Uncontaminated By Previous Conditioning.