When We Persist In Looking

Life Is Also A Mixture Of Unsolved Problems, Ambiguous Victories And Vague Defeats-with Very Few Moments Of Clear Peace.

When I Get To Where I Can Enjoy Just Lying On The Rug Picking Up Lint Balls, I Will No Longer Be Too Ambitious.

Books Seek Us Out. They Slip Themselves Into Our Hands Just At The Time We Are Ready For A New Self-concept.

Every Moment That I Am Centered In The Future I Suffer A Temporary Loss Of This Life.

Within Me Is The Potential To Commit Every Evil Act I See Being Committed By Other Men, And Unless I Feel This Potential, I Can At Any Moment Be Controlled By These Same Urges. I Am Free From These Urges Only If I Recognize When I Am Feeling Them, And While Feeling Them And Acknowledging Them To Be Me, Choose Not To Follow Them. Only In This Way Can I Begin To Regain The Disowned Parts Of Me. And Only In This Way Can I Know What It Is I Am Criticizing In Others.