It is not society which is to guide and save the creative hero, but precisely the reverse.

The perfect human being is uninteresting-the Buddha who leaves the world, you know. It is the imperfections of life that are lovable.

Heroism is a matter of integrity--beco ming more and more at each step ourselves.

The modern hero-deed must be that of questing to bring to light again the lost Atlantis of the co-ordinated Soul.

Truth is one, the sages speak of it by many names.

The sin of inadvertence, not being alert, not quite awake, is the sin of missing the moment of life-live with unremitting alertness.

There is no greater privilege in life than being yourself.