Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.
Self-control is strength. Right thought is mastery. Calmness is power.
The best slave does not need to be beaten. She beats herself.
Self-complacency is fatal to progress.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.
Self-control is strength. Right thought is mastery. Calmness is power.
The best slave does not need to be beaten. She beats herself.
Self-complacency is fatal to progress.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.