[I am not] the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

A whole population of strangers inhabited and shaped that little body, lived in that mind and controlled its wishes, dictated its thoughts...The name was an abstraction, a title arbitrarily given, like "France" or "England," to a collection, never long the same, of many individuals who were born, lived, and died within him, as the inhabitants of a country appear and disappear, but keep alive in their passage the identity of the nation to which they belong.

Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.

There is no substitute for talent. Industry and all its virtues are of no avail.

No less than war or statecraft, the history of Economics has its heroic ages.

Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.

So now you can let go, my darling...Let go...Let go of this poor old body. You don't need it anymore. Let it fall away from you. Leave it lying there like a pile of worn-out clothes...Go on, my darling, go on into the Light, into the peace, into the living peace of the Clear Light.