Happy Is The Man Who Is Nothing.

And For This You Must Have Quiet And Solitude. But Society Does Not Allow You To Have Them. You Must Be With People, Outwardly Active At All Costs. If You Are Alone You Are Considered Antisocial Or Peculiar, Or You Are Afraid Of Your Own Loneliness.

You May Be Perfect In Playing The Piano, And Not Be Creative; You May Play The Piano Most Brilliantly, And Not Be A Musician. You May Be Able To Handle Color, To Put Paint On Canvas Most Cleverly, And Not Be A Creative Painter. You May Create A Face, An Image Out Of A Stone, Because You Have Learned The Technique, And Not Be A Master Creator. Creation Comes First, Not Technique.

Am I Caught In A Self-centred, Narrow Little Cell Which Refuses To Look Beyond? Do I See It When You Come Along And Tell Me That My Brain Is The Brain Of All Mankind?

Life Is Both Pleasure And Pain, Is It Not? But Why Should We Cling To Pleasure And Avoid Pain? Why Not Merely Live With Both? If You Cling To Pleasure What Happens? You Get Attached, Do You Not?

People Must Work Things Out For Themselves. It Is No Good Saying, "i Have Found A House Which Suits Me And Therefore Everybody Must Adopt The Same Kind Of House."