Surely, Life Is Not Merely A Job,

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

It Seems To Me That The Real Problem Is The Mind Itself And Not The Problem Which The Mind Has Created And Tries To Solve.

There Is No Tranquility In Ideas.

Knowledge Is An Addiction, As Drink; Knowledge Does Not Bring Understanding. Knowledge Can Be Taught, But Not Wisdom; There Must Be Freedom From Knowledge For The Coming Of Wisdom.

Fear Begins And Ends With The Desire To Be Secure; Inward And Outward Security, With The Desire To Be Certain, To Have Permanency. The Continuity Of Permanence Is Sought In Every Direction, In Virtue, In Relationship, In Action, In Experience, In Knowledge, In Outward And Inward Things. To Find Security And Be Secure Is The Everlasting Cry. It Is This Insistent Demand That Breeds Fear.