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Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work.
Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work.
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying read more
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, they finish by loading honors on your head.
Instinct is action taken in pursuance of a purpose, but without conscious perception of what the purpose is.
Instinct is action taken in pursuance of a purpose, but without conscious perception of what the purpose is.
I believe in instinct, not in reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and read more
I believe in instinct, not in reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and when it prevails, nine times out of ten it is wrong.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know read more
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.
The very essence of instinct is that it's followed independently of reason.
The very essence of instinct is that it's followed independently of reason.
As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct read more
As the traveler who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse's neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to find his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world