Does Choice Exist When I See Something

Tradition Becomes Our Security, And When The Mind Is Secure It Is In Decay.

Goodness, Generosity, Or Love Does Not Come Into Being Save Through The Search For Reality.

It Does Not In The Least Concern Me Whether I Shall Have At The End Of My Life Thirty People Who Understand Or Three Hundred. I Am Like An Artist Who Paints A Picture Because He Must, Otherwise He Is Unhappy - Not Unhappy, But He Must Obey That Creative Impulse.

As Long As The Mind Is In Conflict-blaming, Resisting, Condemning-there Can Be No Understanding. If I Want To Understand You, I Must Not Condemn You, Obviously.

To Learn About Oneself, A Living Thing, You Have To Watch, Learn Anew Each Minute.