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The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the read more
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the real question we ought to ask: Is this imperfection the final truth, is evil absolute and ultimate?
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."
A prudent question is one half of wisdom.
A prudent question is one half of wisdom.
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.
If we are ever in doubt about what to do, it is a good rule to ask ourselves what we read more
If we are ever in doubt about what to do, it is a good rule to ask ourselves what we shall wish on the morrow that we had done.
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.'
Question everything. Every stripe, every star, every word spoken. Everything.
Question everything. Every stripe, every star, every word spoken. Everything.
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.
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to read more
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become -- to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.