Famous Quotes Ipsum

The artist's life is in his work, and this is the place to observe him. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. there are some people who read too much: the bibliobibuli. i know some who are constantly drunk on books, as others are drunk on whiskey or religion. they wander through this most diverting and stimulating of worlds in a haze, seeing nothing and hearing nothing. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. truth is in the eye of the beholder. for what is it to die / the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. to conquer loneliness we shall each have to assume the sacred responsibility of becoming a complete person. and most of all, to define ourselves without always including someone else in the definition. i glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all. i always thought of myself as a house. i was always what i lived in. it didn't need to be big. it didn't even need to be beautiful. it just needed to be mine. i became what i was meant to be. i built myself a life. i built myself a house..

Not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. the writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels. do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. peace begins with a smile. smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. the greatest complexity is the greatest simplicity. the more "complex" a system is, the more simple is its design. indeed, it is utterly elegant in its simplicity. the master understands this. that is why a highly evolved being lives in utter simplicity. our day-to-day life is bombarded with fortuities, or, to be more precise, with the accidental meetings of people and events we call coincidence. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. to love another person is to see the face of god. we grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves..

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. i may know the word but not say it / i may know the truth but not face it / i may hear a sound, a whisper sacred and profound / but turn my head, indifferent the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. my religion is very simple. my religion is kindness. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it..