Life and Existence

The present is the point at which time touches eternity.

 

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

 

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

 

Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny.

Life is short and we never have enough time for gladdening the hearts of those who travel the way with us. Oh, be swift to love! Make haste to be kind.

To know how to grow old is the masterwork of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.

To know how to grow old is the masterwork of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

What about the creative state? In it a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach.

Destiny has two ways of crushing us— by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.

Man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

We are all visionaries, and what we see is our soul in things.

One should stick by one’s own soul, and by nothing else. In one’s soul, one knows the truth from the untruth, and life from death. And if one betrays one’s own soul-knowledge, one is the worst of traitors.

And if tonight my soul may find her peace In sleep, and sink in good oblivion, And in the morning wake like a new-opened flower Then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

And if tonight my soul may find her peace In sleep, and sink in good oblivion, And in the morning wake like a new-opened flower Then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

Sin is a queer thing. It isn’t the breaking of divine commandments. It is the breaking of one’s own integrity.

The center of the universe is still the self.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into luster.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains.

Deep meaning oft lies hid in childish play.

A great novel is a kind of conversion experience. We come away from it changed.

Aim at Heaven and you will get earth ‘thrown in’: aim at earth and you will get neither.