We see through others only when we see through ourselves.

Often, the thing we pursue most passionately is but a substitute for the one thing we really want and cannot have.

An empty head is not really empty; it is stuffed with rubbish. Hence the difficulty of forcing anything into an empty head.

Learners inherit the earth; while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.

There is in most passions a shrinking away from ourselves. The passionate pursuer has all the earmarks of a fugitive.

It is our talents rusting unused within us that secrete the poison of self-doubt into our bloodstream.

You accept certain unlovely things about yourself and manage to live with them. The atonement for such an acceptance is that you make allowances for others - that you cleanse yourself of the sin of self-righteousness.