Some people can find all the peace of mind they need in a good, satisfying conflict.

Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?

Are we having a relationship - or just doing research on each other?

What could possibly be more fantastic than reality?

Wars begin in the minds of men, and in those minds, love and compassion would have built the defenses of peace.

'Happy is the man who avoids dissension, but how fine is the man who is afflicted and shows endurance.'

If you get down and you quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.