Most of us have nicknames—annoying, endearing, embarrassing. But what about your true name? It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most to respond when called. Ever wonder why? Your true name has the secret power ...
Unlike a fountain that circulates the same water in an enclosed, perpetually recycling system, a human being circulates thoughts in an unlimited reservoir of self. Don't limit yourself to being a mere fountain when you contain an ocean.
Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to "season" people.
The compass rose is nothing but a star with an infinite number of rays pointing in all directions. It is the one true and perfect symbol of the universe. And it is the one most accurate symbol of . Spread your arms in an embrace, throw your head back...
It is interesting that we call something good a “dream,” but being called a “dreamer” is somewhat of a putdown. Without dreamers, no dream would ever be given reality, and we would live in a very small and shallow world. If you are a secret d...
Responsibility and Trust -- these two are like Yin and Yang, together perfectly complete, and each one requiring the presence of the other. The next time you mistrust someone, consider this -- does that person feel responsible for you in any way? If ...
I'll tell you a secret. Old storytellers never die. They disappear into their own story.
One sin seldom mentioned is that of killing time.
Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.
A great ancient poet was blind. A great classical composer was deaf. Many of us are dumb. What have we to show for it?
Thoughts are slippery fish in a cold shallow stream. If you are intent on capturing a worthwhile one, you need to stand very still, focus very hard on outside yourself, and then simply ignore it until it gets so close that it tickles your ankles. The...
Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks...
A wise person is like a smoothly polished rock: it takes time to become either.
The weight of the world is a trifle, if we all put our two fingers under it and try to lift together.
