Self-observation brings man to the realization of the necessity of self-change. And in observing himself a man notices that self-observation itself brings about certain changes in his inner processes. He begins to understand that self-observation is an instrument of self-change, a means of awakening.
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Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound.
Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound.
It doesn't matter what we do until we accept ourselves. Once we accept ourselves, it doesn't matter what we do.
It doesn't matter what we do until we accept ourselves. Once we accept ourselves, it doesn't matter what we do.
No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in rare moments. We need people to read more
No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in rare moments. We need people to bear witness against our inner judge, who keeps book on our shortcomings and transgressions. We need people to convince us that we are not as bad as we think we are.
The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.
The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.
The greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.
The greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.
A wise unselfishness is not a surrender of yourself to the wishes of anyone, but only to the best discoverable read more
A wise unselfishness is not a surrender of yourself to the wishes of anyone, but only to the best discoverable course of action.
Self-confidence is the result of a successfully survived risk.
Self-confidence is the result of a successfully survived risk.
Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is. How awful to be caught up in the terrible squirrel cage read more
Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is. How awful to be caught up in the terrible squirrel cage of self.
How could I have been anyone other than me?
How could I have been anyone other than me?
