I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar and just be. It's wonderful to have someone like that around, you always feel you can count on them. You can go away and come back, you can change your mind and your hairdo and your politics, and when you get through doing all these upsetting things, you look around and there they are, just the way they were, just being.
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There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
Take care in your minutes, and the hours will take care of themselves.
Take care in your minutes, and the hours will take care of themselves.
If I could remember your name, I'd ask you where I left my keys.
If I could remember your name, I'd ask you where I left my keys.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
The world is in your hands, now use it.
The world is in your hands, now use it.
Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, read more
Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness.
Honor is the moral conscience of the great.
Honor is the moral conscience of the great.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the read more
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
