I Am Life. I Have No Name.

It Is Very Easy To Conform To What Your Society Or Your Parents And Teachers Tell You. That Is A Safe And Easy Way Of Existing; But That Is Not Living...to Live Is To Find Out For Yourself What Is True.

Fear Is The Process Of The Mind In The Struggle Of Becoming. In Becoming Good There Is The Fear Of Evil; In Becoming Complete, There Is The Fear Of Loneliness.

You May Repeat The Most Marvelous Poems. And That Is Not Worth A Cent If You Don't Live It.

Enlightenment Is An Accident, But Some Activities Make You Accident-prone.

Silence Is Difficult And Arduous; It Is Not To Be Played With. It Isn't Something That You Can Experience By Reading A Book, Or By Listening To A Talk, Or By Sitting Together, Or By Retiring Into A Wood Or A Monastery. I Am Afraid None Of These Things Will Bring About This Silence. This Silence Demands Intense Psychological Work. You Have To Be Burningly Aware - Aware Of Your Speech, Aware Of Your Snobbishness, Aware Of Your Fears, Your Anxieties, Your Sense Of Guilt. And When You Die To All That, Then Out Of That Dying Comes The Beauty Of Silence.