The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.

Service which is rendered without joy helps neither the servant nor the served. But all other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.

Conversion is a change of masters. Will we not do as much for our new master, the Lord Jesus, as we did once for our old tyrant lusts?

In the business world, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.

Do not keep saying to yourself, if you can possibly avoid it, ‚But how can it be like that?‘ because you will get ‚down the drain,‘ into a blind alley from which nobody has yet escaped. Nobody knows how it can be like that.

I give the name of cosmic sense to the more or less confused affinity that binds us psychologically to the All which envelops us. The existence of this feeling is indubitable, and apparently as old as the beginning of thought… The cosmic sense must have been born as soon as man found himself facing the forest, the sea and the stars.

A president has an inescapable responsibility to provide direction: What are we trying to achieve? What are we trying to prevent? Why? To do that, he has to both analyze and reflect.

A man’s character is his guardian divinity.

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

We must always think about things, and we must think about things as they are, not as they are said to be.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay.

The concept of loneliness and exile and self-sufficiency continually bucks me up.

Mozart’s music is so pure and beautiful that I see it as a reflection of the inner beauty of the universe.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

If the people are happy, united, wealthy, and powerful, we presume the rest. We conclude that to be good from whence good is derived.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

You tell me: Can you live crushed under the weight of the present? Without a memory of the past and without the desire to look ahead to the future by building something, a future, a family? Can you go on like this? This, to me, is the most urgent problem that the Church is facing.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.

Dissents speak to a future age.

I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on something, but working on Macintosh was the neatest experience of my life. Almost everyone who worked on it will say that. None of us wanted to release it at the end. It was as though we knew that once it was out of our hands, it wouldn’t be ours anymore.

Nothing can be divided into more parts than it can possibly be constituted of. But matter (i.e. finite) cannot be constituted of infinite parts.

Not only is there but one way of doing things rightly, but there is only one way of seeing them, and that is, seeing the whole of them.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.

I don’t suffer of anything that I’ve lost.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Justice is a temporary thing that must at last come to an end; but the conscience is eternal and will never die.

Non-violence is the article of faith.

When I look back on what I did for the Left, I’m in a small way quite proud of some of it – I only wish I’d done more.

Susceptibility to the highest forces is the highest genius.

Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.

If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

The future influences the present just as much as the past.

Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.

First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.

Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.

All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.

To be a real philosopher all that is necessary is to hate some one else’s type of thinking.

I cry so much less than I used to. I used to be one of the most teary people.

Things do not change; we change.

And thou wilt give thyself relief, if thou doest every act of thy life as if it were the last.

Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself. But mankind wasn’t always so lucky. Less than a century ago, men and women did not have easy access to the puzzle boxes within them.

Change in all things is sweet.

It is too difficult to think nobly when one thinks only of earning a living.

Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

People can cry much easier than they can change.

A person is a person because he recognizes others as persons.

If life is a checker game, someone else is moving the pieces. It isn’t us. Don’t be surprised by amazing coincidences. There are no accidents. Consider, as I learned to do, the incredible interconnectedness of all of life.

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

Philosophy is the highest music.

One cannot and must not try to erase the past merely because it does not fit the present.

Interdependence is and ought to be as much the ideal of man as self-sufficiency. Man is a social being.