A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.
All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.
The trouble with fiction,” said John Rivers, “is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.
God isn’t the son of Memory; He’s the son of Immediate Experience. You can’t worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it’s hopeless. Time Regained is Paradise Lost, and Time Lost is Paradise Regained. Let the dead bury their dead. If you want to live at every moment as it presents itself, you’ve got to die to every other moment.
There isn’t any formula or method. You learn to love by loving – by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.
He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.’‘A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,’ said the Savage promptly.‘Quite so…