Shakespeare's work is like a good song: you never really forget the main lines.
With your reorientation as awareness, difficulty calls upon your resources - not first the resources that you're familiar with, but the resources of your own being.
Your being is real and it gets to have everything. It gets to have your preferences, your person, and all of your plans.
There's a depth of meaning all on its own in awareness being gentled. From within the subtlety of being gentled, the level of perception changes. Instead of perceiving the obviousness of experience, you're able as awareness to perceive most subtle meaning.
Where the observer is at first a real goodness realized, later it is a sophisticated power holder. The observer is given power and control that belongs to oneness. When oneness has that power and that control, there is love.
While sincerity is to carry the weight of knowledge in the self, it is also to be the lightness of being clean.
When you are being what you really are you absolutely flourish in the midst of absolutely everything.
Nobody stays exactly the same. You'll definitely know it's Hanson, but we're constantly changing.
Like all guests, after a fortnight, grief is best beyond the door.
Stars are holes in the sky, they are the light of Heaven coming from the other side.
How do men feel whose whole lives (and many men's lives are) are lies, schemes, and subterfuges? What sort of company do they keep when they are alone? Daily in life I watch men whose every smile is an artifice, and every wink is an hypocrisy. Doth such a fellow where a mask in his own privacy, and to his own conscience?