The man who has no inner life is the slave of his surroundings, as the barometer is the obedient servant of the air at rest, and the weathercock of the air in motion.
3w ago
The thing that astonishes me is that the same images, the same landscapes, return each night with such fidelity. They must exist somewhere.
2mo ago
The universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you already are.
2mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.