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The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too read more
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
This moment contains all moments.
This moment contains all moments.
If you can control a man’s thinking, you don’t have to worry about his actions. If you can determine what read more
If you can control a man’s thinking, you don’t have to worry about his actions. If you can determine what a man thinks you do not have worry about what he will do. If you can make a man believe that he is inferior, you don’t have to compel him to seek an inferior status, he will do so without being told and if you can make a man believe that he is justly an outcast, you don’t have to order him to the back door, he will go to the back door on his own and if there is no back door, the very nature of the man will demand that you build one.
To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.
To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.
The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.
The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.
I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.
I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.
What is necessary to change a person is to change his awareness of himself.
What is necessary to change a person is to change his awareness of himself.
The world is not a problem; the problem is your unawareness
The world is not a problem; the problem is your unawareness
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is read more
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so...
