Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another.
We can decide to let our trials crush us, or we can convert them to new forces of good.
What a blind person needs is not a teacher but another self.
I learned that it is possible for us to create light, sound and order within us no matter what calamity befall us in the outer world.
The world is sown with good; but unless I turn my glad thoughts into practical living and till my own field. I cannot reap a kernel of the good.