It is told that Buddha, going out to look on life, was greatly daunted by death. "They all eat one another!" he cried, and called it evil. This process I examined, changed the verb and said, "They all feed one another," and called it good.

The difference is great between one's outside "life," the things which happen to one, incidents, pains and pleasures, and one's "living."

One religion after another has accepted and perpetuated man's original mistake in making a private servant of the mother of the race.

The softest, freest, most pliable and changeful living substance is the brain-the hardest and most iron-bound as well.

There was a time when Patience ceased to be a virtue. It was long ago.

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

To swallow and follow, whether old doctrine or new propaganda, is a weakness still dominating the human mind.