If We Train Our Conscience,

We Fear Our Neighbor's Hostile Mood Because We Are Afraid That This Mood Will Lead Him To Penetrate Our Secrets.

A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.

In The Knowledge Of Truth, What Really Matters Is The Possession Of It, Not The Impulse Under Which It Was Sought.

There Are The Spiritually Consumptive Ones: Hardly Are They Born When They Begin To Die, And Long For Doctrines Of Lassitude And Renunciation.

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.