To remember oneself means the same thing as to be aware of oneself - I am. It is not a function, not thinking, not feeling; it is a different state of consciousness.

When one realises one is asleep, at that moment one is already half-awake.

It is only when we realize that life is taking us nowhere that it begins to have meaning.

When a man begins to know himself a little he will see in himself many things that are bound to horrify him. So long as a man is not horrified at himself he knows nothing about himself.

The greatest barrier to consciousness is the belief that one is already conscious.

People live in sleep, do everything in sleep, and do not know they are asleep.

Love is the eternally burning fire in which humanity & all the world are being purified.

The strangest and most fantastic fact about negative emotions is that people actually worship them.

It is by overcoming obstacles that man develops those qualities he needs.

Desire is when you do what you want, will is when you can do what you do not want.

There is no tyranny more ferocious than the tyranny of morality. Everything is sacrificed to it.

If we an become still and open-minded, we might all feel the unseen comforting hand on our shoulder letting us know we are not alone.

The search to know has always been characterized by the need to doubt, the need to be critical, including the need to be self-critical.

I'm learning with my mom how to cook more Spanish food. I'm trying to make a good paella, but that's a real art.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

I think photography is being recognized and collected. Its values have certainly gone up and continue to go up.

Methinks every true Christian should be exceedingly earnest in prayer concerning the souls of the ungodly; and when they are so, how abundantly God blesses them and how the church prospers!

Life is only worth living because we hope it will get better and we'll all get home safely. But you tried and you did not get home safely. You did not get home at all.

There are parts of us that are miserable, that hate, that love, that are cruel, are kind, are reasonable, are unreasonable. You know, you live inside your own mind. Who are you kidding?

I have no idea what I’m doing, and that’s kind of how I love it.

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight