The slanderer is like one who flings dust at another when the wind is contrary; the dust does but return on him who threw it. The virtuous man cannot be hurt and the misery that the other would inflict comes back on himself. Buddha (circa 560 – 483 B.C.E.)
We are enslaved by the laws we set up for our protection, which have become our oppression. Leo Tolstoy (1828 – 1910)
Human life changes not from the alteration of external forms, but only from the internal work of each man upon himself. Leo Tolstoy (1828 – 1910)
Even the strongest current of water cannot add a drop to a cup which is already full. Leo Tolstoy (1828 – 1910)
The individual fears ridicule above all things, and ridicule is the certain result of originality. No one, therefore, wishes to make a party of his own; everyone wishes to be on the side of all the world. Henri Amiel (1821 – 1881)
The man who has no refuge in himself, who lives, so to speak, in his front rooms, in the outer whirlwind of things and opinions, is not properly speaking a personality at all; he is not distinct, free, original, a cause — in a word, someone. He is one of the crowd, a taxpayer, an elector, an anonymity, but not […]
Who shall be true to us, When we are so unsecret to ourselves? William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
The very gods envy the bliss of him who has escaped from the floods of passion and has climbed the shores of Nirvana… He is like unto the lotus which grows in the water, yet not a drop of water adheres to its petals. The man who walks in the noble path lives in the world, and yet his heart […]
Nothing is more hidden from us than the illusion which lives with us day by day, and our greatest illusion is to believe that we are what we think ourselves to be. Henri Amiel (1821 – 1881)
The philosopher laughs, for he alone escapes being duped, while he sees other men the victims of persistent illusion. He is like some mischievous spectator of a ball who has cleverly taken all the strings from the violins, and yet sees musicians and dancers moving and pirouetting before him as though the music were still going on. Henri Amiel (1821 […]
