What the rest of us see only under the influence of mescalin, the artist is congenitally equipped to see all the time.

So now you can let go, my darling...Let go...Let go of this poor old body. You don't need it anymore. Let it fall away from you. Leave it lying there like a pile of worn-out clothes...Go on, my darling, go on into the Light, into the peace, into the living peace of the Clear Light.

The nature of oratory is such that there has always been a tendency among politicians and clergymen to oversimplify complex matters. From a pulpit or a platform even the most conscientious of speakers finds it very difficult to tell the whole truth.

The gods are just. No doubt. But their code of law is dictated, in the last resort, by the people who organize society; Providence takes its cue from men.

What wonder, then, if human beings in their search for the divine have generally preferred to look within!

In spiritual matters, knowledge is dependent upon being; as we are, so we know.

Peace is a necessary condition of spirituality, no less than an inevitable result of it.