If I am full of fear, I do not know myself. Not knowing myself, I become identified with my body, focussed on how to protect it, pleasure it and prolong its existence. So deep is my ignorance that I don’t even know I’m afraid.
If I don’t know who I am, I’ll go wherever ignorance takes me.
Inevitability and ignorance sleep in the same bed. The truth is a surprise.
Intelligence has no distinguishing characteristics. Ignorance is loaded with them.
The finger of blame is attached to a fool.
That bumper-hugging fist-for-a-face motorist who just gave you the finger? Don’t take it personally. Fact is, he gives it to everybody.
“Rejoice when men curse you. Rejoice, and be.” Come on. Who does this?