I don't feel restless, I just like to travel.
The river is everywhere.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
The true profession of a man is to find his way to himself.
To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Om is the bow, the arrow is soul.
Talents of the novelist:. . . observation of character, analysis of emotion, people's feelings, personal relations.
When history calls, history calls.
Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was. . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.
Our desire is to grow so quiet and to work so deeply that we participate fully in the mystery in which we're embedded. When we manage to do that we feel as if we have merged with the universe; for the duration of that experience we feel immortal.