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As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.
As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.
I have a feeling this is destiny. [On the eve of her third marriage].
I have a feeling this is destiny. [On the eve of her third marriage].
I noticed an almost universal trait among Super Achievers, and it was what I call Sensory Goal Vision. These people read more
I noticed an almost universal trait among Super Achievers, and it was what I call Sensory Goal Vision. These people knew what they wanted out of life, and they could sense it multidimensionally before they ever had it. They could not only see it, but also taste it, smell it, and imagine the sounds and emotions associated with it. They pre-lived it before they had it. And the sharp, sensory vision became a powerful driving force in their lives.
One might speak to great length of the three corners of reality what was seen, what was thought to be read more
One might speak to great length of the three corners of reality what was seen, what was thought to be seen, and what was thought ought to be seen.
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.
Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum.(I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am)
Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum.(I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am)
By the street of by-and-by, one arrives at the house of never.
By the street of by-and-by, one arrives at the house of never.
There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.
There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.
Rules of society are nothing; ones conscience is the umpire.
Rules of society are nothing; ones conscience is the umpire.
