Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to read more

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance.

Image creates desire. You will what you imagine.

Image creates desire. You will what you imagine.

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best read more

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.

If I could remember your name, I'd ask you where I left my keys.

If I could remember your name, I'd ask you where I left my keys.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar read more

I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar and just be. It's wonderful to have someone like that around, you always feel you can count on them. You can go away and come back, you can change your mind and your hairdo and your politics, and when you get through doing all these upsetting things, you look around and there they are, just the way they were, just being.

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am read more

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.

The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.