Krishnamurti: What do you think is intelligence? Not what the dictionary says, not what your teacher or your books have said—leave all that aside and think and try to find out what is intelligence.
Krishnamurti: A boy of ten asks what is sorrow! Do you know anything of sorrow? Do not bother who is asking. But a little boy asking what is sorrow is a sad thing, is it not, it is a very terrible thing. Why should he know sorrow?