Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practices. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.
We have an infinite supply of information and yet we cannot read.
Every day of our life has risk. So never fear to take one.
Think of your many years of procrastination; how the gods have repeatedly granted you further periods of grace, of which you have taken no advantage. It is time now to realise the nature of the universe to which you belong, and of that controlling Power whose offspring you are; and to understand that your time has a limit set to it. Use it, then, to advance your enlightenment; or it will be gone, and never in your power again.
A philosopher knows that in reality he knows very little. That is why he constantly strives to achieve true insight. Socrates was one of these rare people. He knew that he knew nothing about life and about the world. And now comes the important part: it troubled him that he knew so little.
There is no perfect lover or perfect love, only longing for love and be beloved.
The water never stops, never gives up, and denies no faults in the path it takes,
Frost interviewing Noel Coward and Margaret Mead. Sir Noel’s view of life is Sir Noel. Mead’s mind is large and open, like Buckminster Fuller’s. She found thoughts dull that suggest that men are superior to animals or plants.
Love everyone; judge no one.
Life continues even if no one has proven to us the shape and size of the Earth, even if no one has informed us about the composition of air and the depth of sky.
We will not float in weightlessness simply because we have not read the lesson on gravity.