But The Quiet Grows And

The Flower Of The Present Rosily Blossomed.

Nobody Can Have The Consolations Of Religion Or Philosophy Unless He Has First Experienced Their Desolations.

I Think We Have To Prepare The Mind In One Way Or Another To Accept The Great Uprush Or Downrush, Whichever You Like To Call It, Of The Greater Non-self.

Too Much Consistency Is As Bad For The Mind As For The Body.

Our Goal Is To Discover That We Have Always Been Where We Ought To Be