There is no possibility of remembering what has been found and understood, and later repeating it to oneself. It disappears as a dream disappears. Perhaps it is all nothing but a dream.
P.D. OuspenskyIn all living nature (and perhaps also in that which we consider as dead) love is the motive force which drives the creative activity in the most diverse directions.
P.D. OuspenskyIt is only when we realize that life is taking us nowhere that it begins to have meaning.
P.D. Ouspensky