Religions often partake of the myth of progress that shields us from the terrors of an uncertain future.

A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel... he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men... a good ruler has to learn his world's language... it's different for every world... the language of the rocks and growing things... the language you don't hear just with your ears... the Mystery of Life... not a problem to solve, but a reality to experience... Understanding must move with the flow of the process.

Time is a measure of space, just as a range-finder is a measure of space, but measuring locks us into the place we measure.

Small souls who seek power over others first destroy the faith those others might have in themselves.

What you cannot control, you must accept.

Anything outside yourself, this you can see and apply your logic to it. But it's a human trait that when we encounter personal problems, these things most deeply personal are the most difficult to bring out for our logic to scan. We tend to flounder around, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that's really chewing on us.

The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand.