There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.

Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.... Sensual bullying of course is fairly easily detected. What is more dangerous is ideal bullying. Bullying people into what is ideally good for them.

And that is ... how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other's face.

For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to a star, or you will just stay where you are.

A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

While we live, let us live.