To be a writer is to be a perpetual student of life.
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow is our doubts of today.
When the mind that is subtle goes out through the brain and the sense-organs, the gross names and forms appear; when it stays in the heart, the names and forms disappear.
Instead of singing like the birds, I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune.
I'm interested in what happens when things fall apart.