The aim of life is self-development. To realize ones nature perfectly — that is what each of us is here for.

The aim of life is self-development. To realize ones nature perfectly — that is what each of us is here for.

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“No man can be called friendless when he has God and the companionship of good books.”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm

The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.

Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen.

“No man can be called friendless when he has God and the companionship of good books.”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm

The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.

Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen.