“I learned one thing.”
“What?”
“Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.”
Personally, I find what one might term the “post-act” reformers the hardest to bear, as sated, they condemn the means by which they achieved satiation — prostitution and its instrument, yourself, abjuring you to give it up before it’s too late, a nice girl like you.
. . . the more the soul knows, the more she loves, and loving much, she tastes much.
There is something about women, they like to talk, and they think that they get to know what a man is thinking by talking, like they get to know a man that way and that’s a laugh, ain’t it . . . when actually a man don’t even know hisself . . .
The finest sensibilities of the age are convulsed with pain. That means a change is at hand.
You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.
There is only one thing pain is good for. It teaches you to love. God bless pain.
Dare we open our doors to the source of our being? What are flesh and bones for?
“It’s a kind of test, Mary, and it’s the only kind that amounts to anything. When something rotten like this happens, then you have your choice. You start to really be alive, or you start to die. That’s all.”
Those who justify themselves do not convince. To know truth one must get rid of knowledge; nothing is more powerful and creative than emptiness.
There are numerous sidetracks which lead to a distorted ego-centered version of spirituality; we can deceive ourselves into thinking we are developing spiritually when instead we are strengthening our egocentricity through spiritual techniques.
I am myself plus my circumstance, and if I do not save it, I cannot save myself.
The power of memories and expectations is such that for most human beings the past and the future are not as real, but more real than the present.
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
Building a great tradition is more rewarding than simply having one.
The vital democratic connection between community and leadership, between the mass and the several elites, has been so wrenched and perverted that disastrous policies go unchallenged time and again . . .
There are no accidents whatsoever in the universe.
We’ve discovered that the earth isn’t flat; that we won’t fall off its edges, and our experience as a species has changed as a result. Maybe we’ll soon find out that the self isn’t “flat” either, and that death is as real and yet as deceptive as the horizon; that we don’t fall out of life either.
God glows and flames . . . Eternity, believe it or not; it’s as real as shit.
Deep in my dreamin’ I heard love call, And I shall not deny her, Come on sweet fire and lick me clean I’m just a dream child of desire.
Oh father and mother Sister and brother If it feels nice Don’t think twice Just shower the people you love with love, Show them the way that you feel.
Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one’s own sunshine.
