Only Super-efforts Count.

Man Has No Individual 'i'. But There Are, Instead, Hundreds And Thousands Of Separate Small 'i's, Very Often Entirely Unknown To One Another, Never Coming Into Contact, Or, On The Contrary, Hostile To Each Other, Mutually Exclusive And Incompatible. Each Minute, Each Moment, Man Is Saying Or Thinking, 'i'. And Each Time His 'i' Is Different. Just Now It Was A Thought, Now It Is A Desire, Now A Sensation, Now Another Thought, And So On, Endlessly. Man Is A Plurality. Man's Name Is Legion.

Listen, You Have Now Found The Conditions In Which The Desire Of Your Heart Can Become The Reality Of Your Being. Stay Here, Until You Acquire A Force In You That Nothing Can Destroy. Then You'll Need To Go Back Into Life, And There You Will Measure Yourself Constantly With Forces Which Will Show You Your Place.

All Who Have Come To Me Must Have Enema Each Day.

What You Need To Know Is Very Little, But To Know That Little Takes Very Very Much.

There Do Exist Enquiring Minds, Which Long For The Truth Of The Heart, Seek It, Strive To Solve The Problems Set By Life, Try To Penetrate To The Essence Of Things And Phenomena And To Penetrate Into Themselves. If A Man Reasons And Thinks Soundly, No Matter Which Path He Follows In Solving These Problems, He Must Inevitably Arrive Back At Himself, And Begin With The Solution Of The Problem Of What He Is Himself And What His Place Is In The World Around Him.