I'm tired of strumming on that old harp, the Ego, darling Me.
Those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.
The shoddy work of despair, the pointless work of pride, equally betray Creation. They are wastes of life.
We have a choice in life. We can choose how we are going to behave. We can determine whether we reflect the good around us or lose ourselves in the darkness.
Judgment is the tragic expression of an unmet need.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
Things fall apart
The centre cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world…
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
The prescriptive voice rather makes me cringe.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.
Why do people smear themselves with mud and then complain that they are dirty?
If we are blinded by darkness, we are also blinded by light. When too much light falls on everything, a special terror results.
We have to be suspicious of our own sense of righteousness.