There are no bystanders in a dharmayudh - it is a holy war.
Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.
It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work in not only convenient but unavoidable.
You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.
Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.
If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Natural selection certainly operates. It explains how bacteria will gain antibiotic resistance; it will explain how insects get insecticide resistance, but it doesn't explain how you get bacteria or insects in the first place.
The moving van is a symbol of more than our restlessness, it is the most conclusive evidence possible of our progress.
When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.
If you tell somebody enough, "You're stupid, you're not worth it, you can't do this, you can't do that," then how many times do you have to hear that before you believe it? The power of words is immeasurable.