There is only one purpose of pentecost; that is to effectively evangelize lost souls.
The East contemplated the forest the West counted the trees. . . the mind that knows that trees and the forest is a new mind.
No one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either by agreement or by emotional appeal.
Your past is not your potential. In any hour you can choose to liberate the future.
It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear. . . . It's like being between trapezes. It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to.
If we continue to believe as we have always believed, we will continue to act as we have always acted. If we continue to act as we have always acted, we will continue to get what we have always gotten.
The mind aware of itself is a pilot. . . vastly freer than a passenger mind.
He will not let you come barging in to his world like the proverbial bull in the china shop.
December finds himself again a child Even as he undergoes his age. Cold and early darkness now descends, Embracing sanctuaries of delight. More and more he stares into the night, Becoming less and less concerned with ends, Emblem of the innocent as sage Restored to wonder by what he must yield.
Life is not logic, life is not philosophy. Life is a dance, a song, a celebration! It is more like love and less like logic.
Can you remember? when we thought the poets taught how to live?