All people have their own living road to heaven. Until they walk on this road, they are like drunkards who cannot tell which way is which. The things we know best are the things we haven't been taught. I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines. If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
Man can learn nothing except by going from the known to the unknown.
As a child I did not know what happiness was, and whether I was happy or not. I was too busy being. Your body and mind will become clear and you will realize the unity of all things. If you try to aim for it, you are turning away from it. I but the deep you.