Desire is like fog on a bathroom mirror -- its presence incites you to wipe the mirror, and see yourself clearly again.
A sage is a former fool who has become tired of himself. A foolish sage is one who forgets this. Remember, or come full circle.
A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it. But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target. So does gossip.
Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard.
Some people prefer eating dessert to the main course. These people have never been really hungry.
A tornado of thought is unleashed after each new insight. This in turn results in an earthquake of assumptions. These are natural disasters that re-shape the spirit.
The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.
A great ancient poet was blind. A great classical composer was deaf. Many of us are dumb. What have we to show for it?
The weight of the world is a trifle, if we all put our two fingers under it and try to lift together.
I remain terrified of the capacity of the media, the capacity of spin doctors, here and abroad, particularly the United States media, to perpetuate false lies, perpetuate lies.
A long time ago people believed that the world is flat and the moon is made of green cheese. Some still do, to this day. The man on the moon is looking down and laughing.
The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.
Each letter of the alphabet is a steadfast loyal soldier in a great army of words, sentences, paragraphs, and stories. One letter falls, and the entire language falters.
The Parisian has his amusements as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the cafe, to which ladies resort as commonly as the other sex. Perpetual business, perpetual labor, is a thing of which...
In his essay, ‘Perpetual Peace,’ the philosopher, Immanuel Kant, argued that perpetual peace would eventually come to the world in one of two ways, by human insight or by conflicts and catastrophes of a magnitude that left humanity no other choic...
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures.
A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine.
The difficulty in dealing with a maze or labyrinth lies not so much in navigating the convolutions to find the exit but in the damn thing in the first place. Or, at least not yet again. As a creature of free will, do not be tempted into futility.
Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea. Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink. Is the glass part full or part empty? Take another sip. And now?
A woman is human. She is not better, wiser, stronger, more intelligent, more creative, or more responsible than a man. Likewise, she is never less. Equality is a given. A woman is human.
It's easier for a rich man to ride that camel through the eye of a needle directly into the Kingdom of Heaven, than for some of us to give up our cell phone.
