People mistakenly assume that their thinking is done by their head; it is actually done by the heart which first dictates the conclusion, then commands the head to provide the reasoning that will defend it.
To a disciple who was forever complaining about others the Master said, If it is peace you want, seek to change yourself, not other people. It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than to carpet the whole of the earth.
A disciple was one day recalling how Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed were branded as rebels and heretics by their contemporaries. Said the Master, Nobody can be said to have attained the pinnacle of Truth until a thousand sincere people have denounced him for blasphemy.
The Master never ceased to attack the notions about God that people entertain.
I'm going to write a book someday and the title will be I'm an Ass, You're an Ass. That's the most liberating, wonderful thing in the world, when you openly admit you're an ass. It's wonderful. When people tell me, You're wrong I say, What can you expect of an ass?
The Master was allergic to ideologies. In a war of ideas, he said, it is people who are the casualties. Later he elaborated: People kill for money or for power. But the most ruthless murderers are those who kill for their ideas.
What is the work of a Master? Said a solemn-faced visitor. To teach people to laugh, said the Master gravely.
The master never let a statement about God go unchallenged. All God statements were poetic or symbolic expressions of the Unknowable; people, however, foolishly took them as literal descriptions of the divine.
People who want to rise above a well-cooked meal and a well-tailored garment, are out of their spiritual minds.
Ideas kill people.