Life is the constant opportunity to wake up.
Everyone in your life is a figment of your imagination--ev en you.
When I was in my early forties, I slept with a loaded gun under my bed. Id become severely depressed in my thirties, and for almost a decade I spiraled down into paranoia, rage, self-loathing, and thoughts of suicide.
Until you look forward to all criticism, your Work's not done.
Ultimately, I am all I can know.
I came to see that there was nothing to forgive, that I was the one who caused my own problems.