In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.
Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.
Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.
So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.
But at any rate, the point is that God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.
All experiences are preceded by mind, having mind as their master, created by mind.
Purity and impurity depend on oneself; no one can purify another.
You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.