Young man the simple answer is: land, land and land. No-one gives up land. Ever.
Fatally powerful as religious systems have been, human nature is stronger and wider, and though dogmas may hamper they cannot absolutely repress its growth.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.
All passion becomes strength when it has an outlet.
I'm in a hard place now. A very silent place. And I'm struggling to either accept this or drag myself out of it.
The great gift of a spiritual path is coming to trust that you can find a way to true refuge. You realize that you can start right where you are, in the midst of your life, and find peace in any circumstance. Even at those moments when the ground shakes terribly beneath you—when there’s a loss that will alter your life forever—you can still trust that you will find your way home. This is possible because you’ve touched the timeless love and awareness that are intrinsic to who you are.
Some day I'm going to climb Everest.
If you want to clean up the environment, start with your mind. It starts there!