As Long As The Mind Clings To

If You Set Out To Meditate, It Will Not Be Meditation. If You Set Out To Be Good, Goodness Will Never Flower.

Analysis Does Not Transform Consciousness.

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.

If We Could, And We Must, Establish A Deep Long Abiding Relationship With Nature, With The Actual Trees, The Bushes, The Flowers, The Grass And The Fast Moving Clouds, Then We Would Never Slaughter Another Human Being For Any Reason Whatsoever.

Surely Education Has No Meaning Unless It Helps You Understand The Vast Experience Of Life With All Its Subtleties, With Its Extraordinary Beauty, Its Sorrows And Joys. You May Earn Degrees, You May Have A Series Of Letters After Your Name And Land A Good Job, But Then What? What Is The Point Of It All If In The Process Your Mind Becomes Dull, Weary, Stupid?