The Hardest Thing Of All

Conscience Is The Inner Voice Which Warns Us That Someone Might Be Looking. Hear And You Forget, See And You Remember, Do And You Understand.

Therefore Only Through Education Does One Come To Be Dissatisfied With His Own Knowledge, And Only Through Teaching Others Does One Come To Realize The Uncomfortable Inadequacy Of His Knowledge. Being Dissatisfied With His Own Knowledge, One Then Realizes That The Trouble Lies With Himself, And Realizing The Uncomfortable Inadequacy Of His Knowledger.

I Saw Some Piglets Suckling Their Dead Mother. After A Short While They Shuddered And Went Away. They Had Sensed That She Could No Longer See Them And That She Wasn't Like Them Any More. What They Loved In Their Mother Wasn't Her Body, But Whatever It Was That Made Her Body Live.

Which Demands A Lot Of Himself And Some Others, Will Be Free From Hatred.

To Love A Thing Means Wanting It To Live.