Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike.

The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

Life is waiting everywhere, the future is flowering everywhere, but we only see a small part of it and step on much of it with our feet

But one thing this doctrine, so clean, so venerable, does not contain: it does nto contain the secret of what the Sublime One himself experienced, he alone among the hundreds of thousands. This is why I am continuing my wanderings not to seek another, better doctrine, because I know there is none, but to leave behind all the teachings and all teachers, and either attain my goal alone or die.

What is the holding of breath? It is a flight from the Self, it is a temporary escape from the torment of Self. It is a temporary palliative against the pain and folly of life.

Like one who has eaten and drunk too much and vomits painfully and then feels better, so did the restless man wish he could rid himself with one terrific heave of these pleasures, of these habits of this entirely senseless life.

But your questions, which are unanswerable without exception, all spring from the same erroneous thinking.