This be my pilgrimage and goal Daily to march and find The secret phrases of the soul, The evangels of the mind.
Life as we call it, is nothing but the edge of the boundless ocean of existence when it comes upon soundings.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face.
Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
Beware how you take away hope from another human being.
We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible. You cannot educate a man wholly out of the superstitious fears which were implanted in his imagination, no matter how utterly his reason may reject them.
Narrative is the beginning of recovery.
Susan Bordo’s Unbearable Weight is a masterpiece of complex an nuanced thinking not only about a significant problem that faces women but about our culture. A very valuable book.
Where Labor stands idle. . . there is a demonstrated deficiency, not of Capital, but of brains.
Anybody who cares less about wanting to be cool, I think, is more interesting.