Rudolf Steiner: "You have scarcely any idea what a role comfort plays in the inner life of humankind."
Prudence Farrow, arriving at a yoga ashram in India for a three-month meditation retreat: "The wind gusted up wisps of wet river spray on our faces and in our hair from the sacred Ganges racing below us. The bridge was lined with what appeared in the dark to be large full sacks of potatoes or grains. Later when I crossed the bridge in daylight, I saw that those shadowy shapes were not bags of edibles but rather beggars hideously deformed by leprosy."
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