Come, look at this world, glittering like a royal chariot; the foolish are immersed in it, but the wise do not touch it. Buddha (circa 560 – 483 B.C.E.)

Come, look at this world, glittering like a royal chariot; the foolish are immersed in it, but the wise do not touch it. Buddha (circa 560 – 483 B.C.E.)
Life on earth is nothing but a field for working on oneself, so that one can return from whence one came. Maurice Nicoll (1884 – 1953)
Nothing is more useful or more interesting than to pull yourself up suddenly and notice where you are inside and where you are going. If you do this, you will begin to see what sort of psychology you have and what tendencies belong to it and what it keeps on connecting you with. Maurice Nicoll (1884 – 1953)
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death […]
Liberation does not concern the person, for liberation is freedom from the person. Jean Klein (1912 – 1998)
If you persist in trying To attain what is never attained If you persist in making effort To obtain what effort cannot get; If you persist in reasoning About what cannot be understood, you will be destroyed By the very thing you seek. To know when to stop To know when you can get no further By your own action, […]
O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this for a truth: the thing thou seekest is already here, “here or nowhere,” couldst thou only see. Thomas Carlyle (1795 – 1881)
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. Marcel Proust (1871 – 1922)
To shame the guise o’ the world, I will begin The fashion, less without and more within. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Whoever we are, we find ourselves, through self-observation, possessed of a certain small number of typical ways of reacting to the manifold impressions of incoming life. These mechanical reactions govern us. Maurice Nicoll (1884 – 1953)