The Way To Really Live Is To

A Prisoner Lived In Solitary Confinement For Years. He Saw And Spoke To No One And His Meals Were Served Through An Opening In The Wall. One Day An Ant Came Into His Cell. The Man Contemplated It In Fascination As It Crawled Around The Room. He Held It In The Palm Of His Hand The Better To Observe It, Gave It A Grain Or Two, And Kept It Under His Tin Cup At Night. One Day It Suddenly Struck Him That It Had Taken Him Ten Long Years Of Solitary Confinement To Open His Eyes To The Loveliness Of An Ant.

People Who Want A Cure, Provided They Can Have It Without Pain, Are Like Those Who Favour Progress, Provided They Can Have It Without Change.

Said The Master: "where Does Your Question Come From?"

Loneliness Is Not Cured By Human Company. Loneliness Is Cured By Contact With Reality.

A Man Who Took Great Pride In His Lawn Found Himself With A Large Crop Of Dandelions. He Tried Every Method He Knew To Get Rid Of Them. Still They Plagued Him. Finally He Wrote The Department Of Agriculture. He Enumerated All The Things He Had Tried And Closed His Letter With The Question: "what Shall I Do Now?" In Due Course The Reply Came: "we Suggest You Learn To Love Them."