When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the doing of it, not one ones' relation to the act or its character or value... One should simply practice concentration of the mind on the act itself, understanding it to be an expedient means for attaining tranquility of mind, realization, insight, and wisdom.
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I've never thought of my characters as being sad. On the contrary, they are full of life. They didn't choose read more
I've never thought of my characters as being sad. On the contrary, they are full of life. They didn't choose tragedy. Tragedy chose them.
Don't tell me peace has broken out.
Don't tell me peace has broken out.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.
In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn.
If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
If you're not using your smile, you're like a man with a million dollars in the bank and no checkbook.
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness
Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.
When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this: When you read more
When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this: When you die, will YOU be happy when everybody else is crying?
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
