There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death

The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.

No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.

We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence.

It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.