You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren't. You take the action, and the insight follows: You don't think your way into becoming yourself.

The voice says, maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do. The things you don't finish.

If you do not know you are in danger, you are that danger. You do not know me, but I come in peace; if you think that is strange, then you are the stranger.

When the mind is distressed, the flow of inspiration will be distorted, intellectual faculties will be affected and unexpected confusion/problem will appea

The dilemma of the critic has always been that if he knows enough to speak with authority, he knows too much to speak with detachment."(A Qualified Farewell)

Break the glass, please, and free us from all these damned rules, from needing to find an explanation for everything, from doing only what others approve of.

Greatest quotes were not from the pencils of great men but from the the tablets of great minds who are willing to lead their minds on the journey of thought.

If you think you know what your purpose is, but can never seem to gain satisfaction from it, then it’s probably not the purpose you’re destined for.

If strangers like one's quote truly ,then it only means that the in-built message has enough depth,breadth, touch and connection with the life's reality.

I am afraid that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, and that we have more curiosity than understanding. We grasp at everything, but catch nothing except wind.

Eyes that are blind have no way to tell the loveliness of faces and features; eyes with no pupils have no way to tell the beauty of colored and embroidered silks.

Jestliže ne, pak jak? Jak jsem mohl nalézti spor, když jsem byl obestřen přeludem, v němž žádný spor nebyl!

A tornado of thought is unleashed after each new insight. This in turn results in an earthquake of assumptions. These are natural disasters that re-shape the spirit.

Random thought fills the streambed, cascading with care and spilling over the flood plain until bifurcation forces it to arc and fork into a single, determined stream.

In retrospect, perhaps the biggest reason my mother was cared for but not helped for twenty years was the simplest: Her functioning was not that necessary to the world.