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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This read more
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'
I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and read more
I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and memories."
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What read more
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.
The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not read more
The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
You don't want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions. The questions are diamonds you read more
You don't want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions. The questions are diamonds you hold in the light. Study a lifetime and you see different colors from the same jewel.
There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for. And questions are the read more
There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for. And questions are the breath of life for a conversation.
He who has a why can endure any how
He who has a why can endure any how
A prudent question is one half of wisdom.
A prudent question is one half of wisdom.
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in read more
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?
