Revolutions are always verbose.
Doubts never end. If one doubt is removed, another takes its place. It is like removing the leaves of a tree one by one. Even if all the leaves are clipped off, new ones grow. The tree itself must be uprooted.
That which comes and goes, rises and sets, is born and dies is the ego. That which always abides, never changes, and is devoid of qualities is the Self.
Not believing in force is the same as not believing in gravity.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
When motherhood becomes the fruit of a deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become the foundation of a new race.
In a serious struggle there is no worse cruelty than to be magnanimous at an inopportune time.
There is no doubt whatsoever that the universe is the merest illusion.
The genuine artist is never ‘true to life.’ He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life.
Every moment there is creation, every moment destruction. There is no absolute creation, no absolute destruction. Both are movement, and that is eternal.