The world itself is pregnant with failure, is the perfect manifestation of imperfection, of the consciousness of failure.
Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.
Fame is an illusive thing -- here today, gone tomorrow. The fickle, shallow mob raises its heroes to the pinnacle of approval today and hurls them into oblivion tomorrow at the slightest whim; cheers today, hisses tomorrow; utter forgetfulness in a few months.
You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread.
Category: Food And Eating
Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.
The loss of sex polarity is part and parcel of the larger disintegration, the reflex of the soul's death, and coincident with the disappearance of great men, great deeds, great causes, great wars, etc.
The world isn't kept running because it's a paying proposition. (God doesn't make a cent on the deal.) The world goes on because a few men in every generation believe in it utterly, accept it unquestioningly; they underwrite it with their lives.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous, unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.
Category: Heroes And Heroism
Hope is a bad thing. It means that you are not what you want to be. It means that part of you is dead, if not all of you. It means that you entertain illusions. It's a sort of spiritual clap, I should say.
Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything -- except his own nature.
Category: Human Nature
The man who is forever disturbed about the condition of humanity either has no problems of his own or has refused to face them.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.
No one asks you to throw Mozart out of the window. Keep Mozart. Cherish him. Keep Moses too, and Buddha and Lao Tzu and Christ. Keep them in your heart. But make room for the others, the coming ones, the ones who are already scratching on the window-panes.
The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.