Covetousness is both the beginning and the end of the devil’s alphabet – the first vice in corrupt nature that moves, and the last which dies.
My birth was managed so rottenly that my mother had eventually to have a hysterectomy, after which she was ill off & on till she dies for obscure reasons when I was just 7.
The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.
Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.
A man in my situation, my lords, has not only to encounter the difficulties of fortune. and the force of power over minds which it has corrupted or subjugated. but the difficulties of established prejudice: the man dies, but his memory lives.
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.
People who study the way religions develop have shown that if you have a charismatic teacher, and you don’t have an institution develop around that teacher within about a generation to transmit succession within the group, the movement just dies.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Who lives long and who dies prematurely, is the defining issue of our time. And I submit to you, there’s a significant race dimension, it is basically class-driven.
When desire dies, fear is born.