Donkeys Have The Courage To Bray After

The Man Might Have Become A Power, But He Preferred To Remain An Ass.

Whatever Plane Our Consciousness May Be Acting In, Both We And The Things Belonging To That Plane Are, For The Time Being, Our Only Realities. As We Rise In The Scale Of Development We Perceive That During The Stages Through Which We Have Passed We Mistook Shadows For Realities, And The Upward Progress Of The Ego Is A Series Of Progressive Awakenings, Each Advance Bringing With It The Idea That Now, At Last, We Have Reached "reality"; But Only When We Shall Have Reached The Absolute Consciousness, And Blended Our Own With It, Shall We Be Free From The Delusions Produced By Maya [illusion].

People Keep Repeating That The Main Things Are Love And Compassion. Certainly Love And Compassion Are The Main Things, But It Takes Knowledge To Make Love And Compassion Fruitful. ... It Takes Just A Second To Say 'love'. But To Acquire Knowledge For The Well-being And Blessing Of Humanity Requires An Eternity.

The Mind Is The Slayer Of The Real, Let The Disciples Slay The Slayer.

We Cut These Numerous Windings In Our Destinies Daily With Our Own Hands, While We Imagine That We Are Pursuing A Track On The Royal High Road Of Respectability And Duty, And Then Complain Of Those Ways Being So Intricate And So Dark. We Stand Bewildered Before The Mystery Of Our Own Making, And The Riddles Of Life That We Will Not Solve, And Then Accuse The Great Sphinx Of Devouring Us.