It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.

Art is inextricably tied to man's survival - not to his physical survival, but to that on which his physical survival depends: to the preservation and survival of his consciousness.

Similitude of the heart is like that of a telephone operator between man and God.

Love is stronger than both fear and hope - if you can love the natural beauty around you, the amazing gifts and skills we have, the fact that you are alive to experience life, each moment that you have, and love yourself and those around you just as they are, then there is no need to be owned by fear, or even hope, you just live the best you can, being the truth of that love that you are being, representing the stream of consciousness experiencing itself, always knowing that you will someday return to it again, and flow as part of it infinitely on.

What do you mean by __ivine Consciousness_? It is achieving the knowledge of oneness, i.e., to know that outside we are many but inside all are one.__edanta_ mentioned about __neness_, but could not say what is oneness. When I am saying that I am a living being all your Vedanta__, scriptures and traditional religions become extinct.

Art, even the art of fullest scope and widest vision, can never really show us the external world. All that it shows us is our own soul, the one world of which we have any real cognisance. And the soul itself, the soul of each one of us, is to each one of us a mystery. It hides in the dark and broods, and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings. Consciousness, indeed, is quite inadequate to explain the contents of personality. It is Art, and Art only, that reveals us to ourselves.