Artists can color the sky red because they know its blue.those of us who are not artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we are stupid.

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.

A matter that becomes clear ceases to concern us.

Power is the faculty or capacity to act, the strength andpotency to accomplish something. It is the vital energy to make choices anddecisions. It also includes the capacity to overcome deeply embedded habitsand to cultivate higher, more effective ones.

The World is but, a school of inquiry.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, Beautiful old people are works of art.

Power is not only what you have but what the enemy thinksyou have.

There is no evil in the atoms, only in men's souls.

Theharder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

Like aball batted back and forth, a human being is batted by two forces within.

Imagination grows by excercise and in more powerful in the mature rather than in the young.

Night is the blotting paper of many sorrows.