Our minds are the most mysterious things about us.
Watch for the high tides of yourself and flow up with them; when the inevitable low tides come, either rest or meditate. You cannot escape rhythm. You transcend it by working with it.
The art of detection is finding a common denominator for the fractions of a case.
Only in the stillness of detachment can the soul yield up her secrets.
I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.
When I put out to sea, I do not offer advice to the skipper about the management of the ship.