You May Repeat The Most Marvelous Poems.

To Me, Then, True Criticism Consists In Trying To Find Out The Intrinsic Worth Of The Thing Itself, And Not In Attributing A Quality To That Thing. You Attribute A Quality To An Environment, To An Experience, Only When You Want To Derive Something From It, When You Want To Gain Or To Have Power Or Happiness. Now This Destroys True Criticism. Your Desire Is Perverted Through Attributing Values, And Therefore You Cannot See Clearly. Instead Of Trying To See The Flower In Its Original And Entire Beauty, You Look At It Through Coloured Glasses, And Therefore You Can Never See It As It Is.

Pain Itself Destroys Pain. Suffering Itself Frees Man From Suffering.

The Very Urge To Get Rid Of Desire Is Still Desire, Is It Not?

Nothing Can Disturb The Calm Peace Of My Soul.

We Are To Learn About Fear, Not How To Escape From It.