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Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of read more
Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of thought.
The world is a living image of God.
The world is a living image of God.
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.
It has sometimes been said that we find nowhere in nature an analogue of the difference between "happens" and "is," read more
It has sometimes been said that we find nowhere in nature an analogue of the difference between "happens" and "is," on the one hand, and "ought," on the other hand.
People see the world not as it is, but as they are.
People see the world not as it is, but as they are.
The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of read more
The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of ethical responsibility, deprives him of his wholeness and imposes a painful fragmentariness on his life.
As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to read more
As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.
It's how we spend our time here and now, that really matters. If you are fed up with the way read more
It's how we spend our time here and now, that really matters. If you are fed up with the way you have come to interact with time, change it.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
