What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger.

The thirst for vengeance was the beautiful nature which Homer imitated

Our reason arises, at the very least, from this twofold lesson of sensuous revelations and human testimonies.

A writer who is in a hurry to be understood today or tomorrow runs the danger of being misunderstood the day after tomorrow.

The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.

The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.

Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.

The product of paper and printed ink, that we commonly call the book, is one of the great visible mediators between spirit and time, and, reflecting zeitgeist, lasts as long as ore and stone.

What good to me is the festive garment of freedom when I am in a slave's smock at home?

Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.

Physics is nothing but the ABC's. Nature is an equation with an unknown, a Hebrew word which is written only with consonants to which reason has to add the dots.

You can worship God twenty four hours a day but your destiny depends on the cards he lets you play

Labour is the source of every blessing.

Perhaps there is no greater issue facing contemporary women than the choices they must make about balancing home and work.

It's black women as perpetual sidekick. We need to hear from more women's voices. And it would be nice to see some books geared toward us.

When you chant "Aum" or any mantra, do so softly and gently. Extend the sound. Focus your awareness on the sound of the mantra and become absorbed in it.

There is an alternative to war. It's staying in bed and growing your hair.

For certainly there cannot be a higher pleasure than to think that we love and are beloved by the most amiable and best Being.

It seems like the more I live, the more I realize that saying 'yes' is almost never a mistake. If you say no, it might feel safe, but then you end up going nowhere.

The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay.

The mind, of course, is just what the brain does for a living.