Your position never gives you the right to command. It only imposes on you the duty of so living your life that others can receive your orders without being humiliated.

Beneath the hush a whisper from long ago, promising peace of mind and a burden shared. No peace which is not peace for all, no rest until all has been fulfilled.

Doffing the ego's safe glory, he finds his naked reality.

I never discuss discussions.

We all have within us a center of stillness surrounded by silence.

It is not the repeated mistakes, the long succession of petty betrayals--though, God knows, they would give cause enough for anxiety and self-contempt--but the huge elementary mistake, the betrayal of that within me which is greater than I--in complacent adjustment to alien demands.

Life yields only to the conqueror. Never accept what can be gained by giving in. You will be living off stolen goods, and your muscles will atrophy.