The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give itall up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can't have it.The minute you don't want power, you'll have more than you ever dreamedpossible.
Twoprisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on thewall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
Ialways cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think,well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a singlepolitical argument left.
A school should be the most beautiful place in every town- so beautiful tht the punishment for undutiful children should be that they be debarred from going to school the following day.
Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
