As much as we love each other, there is some growing difficulty in my adult relationship with my father. Because we’re both writers, we’re having a very intimate conversation in a very public forum.
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I think we ought always to entertain our opinions with some measure of doubt. I shouldn’t wish people dogmatically to believe any philosophy, not even mine.
Some say that sudden knowledge of mystical matters is accomplished only in complete quietude, or that Creator, in one of God’s many forms, appears only in orderly ways that are beauteous and picturesque, or that the mystical appears only in completely silent ways. All are true. Except for the ‘only’ part.
My goal is not getting hit and to knock the other guy out. Some people might complain because they want to see boxers beat up on each other, but you cannot last long in professional boxing if you take a lot of punches.
The Elephantine papyri – written as some of the books of the Bible are being written – is true social and legal documentation, and to historians overwhelmingly powerful and moving, even when ostensibly about trivial things.
The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.
Some wisdom you must learn from one who’s wise.
Nature makes boys and girls lovely to look upon so they can be tolerated until they acquire some sense.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
I had a Guru. He was a great saint and most merciful. I served him long – very, very long; still, he would not blow any mantra in my ears. I had a keen desire never to leave him but to stay with him and serve him and at all cost receive some instruction from him.