The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.
Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Be observant if you would have a pure heart, for something is born to you in consequence of every action.
If one listens to the faintest but constant suggestions of his genius, which are certainly true, he sees not to what extremes, or even insanity, it may lead him; and yet that way, as he grows more resolute and faithful, his road lies. The faintest assured objection which one healthy man feels will at length prevail over the arguments and customs of mankind. No man ever followed his genius till it misled him.
Baby, I love my dog
As much as I love you
You may fail
My dog will always come through
The marvels of modern technology include the development of a soda can which, when discarded, will last forever — and a $7,000 car which when properly cared for will rust out in two or three years.
Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the Light?
The best guide in life is strength. In religion, as in all other matters, discard everything that weakens you, have nothing to do with it.
So the past is not to be wiped away through time. Time is not the way to freedom. Is not this idea of gradualness a form of indolence, of incapacity to deal with the past instantly as it arises? When you have that astonishing capacity to observe clearly as it arises and when you give your mind and heart completely to observe it, then the past ceases. So time and thought do not end the past, for time and thought are the past.
Anyone who has ever “gotten it” by following some so-called method, has gotten it in spite of the method, not because ot it.
People think angels fly because they have wings. Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.
Problems are not problems at all, but results that are dissatisfying.
I know this, with sure and certain knowledge: a man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened. This is why, after working and producing for twenty years, I still live with the idea that my work has not even begun.
God speaks as softly as he can, and as loudly as he has to.
Everybody is all right really.