The better you hear a thing put, the more certain you are there's another view.
People is themselves when they are children, and not again till they know they'm dying.
In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness for the garden.
Every thought vibrates through the universe.
Coercion. The unpardonable crime.
Life ought to be lived on a basis of silence, where truth blossoms.