Life and Existence

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.

We are all sentenced to capital punishment for the crime of living, and though the condemned cell of our earthly existence is but a narrow and bare dwelling-place, we have adjusted ourselves to it, and made it tolerably comfortable for the little while we are to be confined in it.

We are all sentenced to capital punishment for the crime of living, and though the condemned cell of our earthly existence is but a narrow and bare dwelling-place, we have adjusted ourselves to it, and made it tolerably comfortable for the little while we are to be confined in it.

Art is the flower of life and, as seed, it gives back life.

Equations are more important to me because politics is for the present but an equation is something for eternity.

 

Only the flow matters: live and let live, love and let love.

 

Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

Unless we remember we cannot understand.

 

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

Hardship often prepares an ordinary person for an extraordinary destiny.

Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee.

 

In this life there’s nothing new in dying,

 

In this life there’s nothing new in dying,

 

Come, my friends. ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

 

Terror … often arises from a pervasive sense of disestablishment; that things are in the unmaking.

 

“Each man’s soul is his genius.”

It is not what he has, or even what he does which expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.

Fun is like life insurance: The older you get, the more it costs.

Flow with whatever is happening and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing.

My grandkids say, 'Reality Bites.' O.K., but it also challenges and rewards...I believe our best days are yet to come.

I take as my guide the hope of a saint in crucial things, unity - in important things, diversity - in all things, generosity.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.

If thou should never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of.