The purpose of education. . . is to create in a person the ability to look at the world for himself, to make his own decisions.
The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.
All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.
After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.
Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business. . . Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
He whom the sages have been seeking in all these places is in our own hearts; the voice that you heard was right, says Vedanta, but the direction you gave to the voice was wrong.
I have a thing with the camera. The lens is unconditional. It doesn't judge you.
If a little voice in your head is telling you something is up, maybe you should listen.
To form a judgment intuitively is the privilege of few; authority and example lead the rest of the world. They see with the eyes of others, they hear with the ears of others. Therefore it is very easy to think as all the world now think; but to think as all the world will think thirty years hence is not in the power of every one.