Nature gives man corn but he must grind it; God gives man a will but he must make the right choices.
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
It lies not in our power to love or hate, for will in us is overruled by fate.
Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, when occasion serves.
All live to die, and rise to fall.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
I remember, May 1944: I was 15-and-a-half, and I was thrown into a haunted universe where the story of the human adventure seemed to swing irrevocably between horror and malediction.
Even now, sometimes on street corners. . . when I meet someone, I see your shadow. I'm sure that even now, you're still wearing that man's cologne. . . so you can sleep, even alone.
Meditation isn't to disappear into the light. Meditation is to see all of what we are.
We can think of descriptions almost as computer languages, an operative description that only deals with very simple operations. Its code is sex - Male, female, dark, light, up down, in out - its the language of duality.