Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started read more

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for read more

Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.

If you can't describe what you are doing as a process, you don't know what you're doing.

If you can't describe what you are doing as a process, you don't know what you're doing.

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to read more

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.

My advice to people today is as follows: if you take the game of life seriously, if you take your read more

My advice to people today is as follows: if you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in, and drop out.

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, read more

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and almost never leave. Our lives are measured by those.