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What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures read more
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.
Freedom of conscience entails more dangers than authority and despotism.
Freedom of conscience entails more dangers than authority and despotism.
He who lets time rule him will live the life of a slave.
He who lets time rule him will live the life of a slave.
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.
We realize our dilemma goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically a problem of priorities. We confess, "We read more
We realize our dilemma goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically a problem of priorities. We confess, "We have left undone those things that ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.".
If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?
If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
You do not reform a world by ignoring it.
You do not reform a world by ignoring it.
There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness read more
There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not
