Without changing our pattern of thought, we will not be able to solve the problems we created with our current patterns of thought
Enough is as good as a feast.
Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.
For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done.
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness. And the month when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their hearts open again, recall past trysts and past vows, and moments of tenderness, and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love.
Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place; and men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.
I believe that the FBI clearly was concerned, wanted to monitor and disrupt Malcolm X wherever possible.
May we not then sometimes define insanity as an inability to distinguish which is the waking and which the sleeping life? We often dream without the least suspicion of unreality: 'Sleep hath its own world', and it is often as lifelike as the other.
If your priorities don't get scheduled into your planner, other people's priorities will get put into your planner.
I think we're infinite beings. We have to stay limitless.