Most People Like To Live In Illusions.

What Brings Understanding Is Love. When Your Heart Is Full, Then You Will Listen To The Teacher, To The Beggar, To The Laughter Of Children, To The Rainbow, And To The Sorrow Of Man. Under Every Stone And Leaf, That Which Is Eternal Exists.

Only When Your Hearts Are Empty Of The Things Of The Mind, Is There Love. Then You Will Know What It Is To Love Without Separation, Without Distance, Without Time, Without Fear.

Tradition, Long Conditioned Thinking, Can Bring About A Fixation, A Concept That One Readily Accepts, Perhaps Not With A Great Deal Of Thought.

While One Is Young Is The Time To Investigate, To Experiment With Everything. The School Should Help Its Young People To Discover Their Vocations And Responsibilities, And Not Merely Cram Their Minds With Facts And Technical Knowledge; It Should Be The Soil In Which They Can Grow Without Fear, Happily And Integrally.

When The Mind Goes Beyond The Thought Of 'the Me,' The Experiencer, The Observer, The Thinker, Then There Is A Possibility Of A Happiness That Is Incorruptible.