“There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.”

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.

We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.

The visible reminder of Invisible Light.

We don’t actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.

Some sorts of truth are truer than others.

Deep breathing changes the chemistry of the body by bringing oxygen into the tissue.

All you have to do is take a close look at yourself and you will understand everyone else.

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.

Feed the poor and get rich or feed the rich and get poor.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.

When stupidity is considered patriotism, it is unsafe to be intelligent.

This is the secret of propaganda: Those who are to be persuaded by it should be completely immersed in the ideas of the propaganda, without ever noticing that they are being immersed in it.