See how time makes all grief decay.
The world was beautiful when looked at in this way-without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.
To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.
I'm really not one of these procrastinators who cleans the house in order to put off writing, but life gets in the way.
Marketing is a very good thing, but it shouldn't control everything. It should be the tool, not that which dictates.
It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us.
If an individual agrees with everybody, he lacks conviction; if he likes everybody and is everybody's friend, he is indifferent to one and all.