There Is Only That Inevitable Danger As

Am I Caught In A Self-centred, Narrow Little Cell Which Refuses To Look Beyond? Do I See It When You Come Along And Tell Me That My Brain Is The Brain Of All Mankind?

You Can Only Be Afraid Of What You Think You Know.

The Flowering Of Love Is Meditation.

To Me, Then, True Criticism Consists In Trying To Find Out The Intrinsic Worth Of The Thing Itself, And Not In Attributing A Quality To That Thing. You Attribute A Quality To An Environment, To An Experience, Only When You Want To Derive Something From It, When You Want To Gain Or To Have Power Or Happiness. Now This Destroys True Criticism. Your Desire Is Perverted Through Attributing Values, And Therefore You Cannot See Clearly. Instead Of Trying To See The Flower In Its Original And Entire Beauty, You Look At It Through Coloured Glasses, And Therefore You Can Never See It As It Is.

Though We Are All Human Beings, We Have Built Walls Between Ourselves And Our Neighbors Through Nationalism, Through Race, Caste, And Class - Which Again Breeds Isolation, Loneliness.