You are an endless conglomeration of awareness. You're not one singular self. You're a corporation.
I might have simply settled down into an armchair literary life. I really don't know exactly why I didn't.
Let your mind be quiet, realizing the beauty of the world, and the immense boundless treasures that it holds.
IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
Remember, the serpent is still living in the Garden of Eden. Only the heterosexual couple was expelled.
Anyone who realises what Love is, the dedication of the heart, so profound, so absorbing, so mysterious, so imperative, and always just in the noblest natures so strong, cannot fail to see how difficult, how tragic even, must often be the fate of those whose deepest feelings are destined from the earliest days to be a riddle and a stumbling-block, unexplained to themselves, passed over in silence by others.
I saw deep in the eyes of the animals, the human soul look out upon me.
You know how it is in the symphony when you are listening to the symphony, the last notes die away, and there's often a beat of silence in the auditorium before the applause begins. It's a very full and pregnant silence. Now theology should bring us to live into that silence, into that pregnant pause.
There were 117 psychoanalysts on the Pan Am flight to Vienna and I'd been treated by at least six of them. And married a seventh.
Less judgment than wit is more sail than ballast. Yet it must be confessed that wit given an edge to sense, and recommends it extremely.
The word "Christian" means something in particular. The basic outline and general truths and doctrines central to Christianity have been hammered out over 2000 years of reflection on the teachings of Jesus and his apostles. If you disagree with these foundational concerns - the kinds of things I focus on in The Story of Reality - then you're simply not a Christian.