See not perfection in self. Seek it not in others. One being a false perceptionThe other, an endless quest.
Whenever I finish a book, I start with a blank slate and never have ideas lined up.
Germans grew reluctant to stay in communal ski lodges, fearing they might talk in their sleep. They postponed surgeries because of the lip-loosening effects of anesthetic. Dreams reflected the ambient anxiety. One German dreamed that an SA man came to his home and opened the door to his oven, which then repeated every negative remark the household had made against the government.
I was never concretely aware of the extent of anti-Semitism in the United States and in the upper levels of the State Department.
I don't listen to music when I write, but I do turn on appropriate music when I read portions of my manuscripts back to myself - kind of like adding a soundtrack to help shape mood.
I started reading the big histories and the small histories, the memoirs and so forth. At some point, I found the diary of William E. Dodd.
The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.
After years of doing impressions, its time for a change.
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
Meditation is a gift confined to unknown philosophers and cows. Others don't begin to think till they begin to talk or write.
Justice is possible without equality, I believe, because of compassion and understanding. If I have compassion, then if I have more than you, which is unequal, I will still do the just thing by you.