The mind gives meaning to anything but the meaning it gives is meaningless.

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.

Happiness is strange; it comes when you are not seeking it. When you are not making an effort to be happy, then unexpectedly, mysteriously, happiness is there, born of purity, of a loveliness of being.

Without love the acquisition of knowledge only increases confusion and leads to self-destruction.

And it is impossible to treat human beings as human beings if you label them, if you term them, if you give them a name as Hindus, Russians, or what you will. It is so much easier to label people, for then you can pass by and kick them, drop a bomb on India or Japan.

Without freedom from the past, there is no freedom to all.

Can I reject everything my brain experienced? Is intellectual understanding any understanding at all?