Blood is a powerful thing

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

Don't gobblefunk around with words.

Enlightenment is not like a Big Bang - it is an ongoing process.

Curiosity also makes a great student.

Though top executives may work as hard as ever-in part perhaps because, being trained in an earlier day, they can hardly help doing so-their subordinates are somewhat less work-minded.

It could end up like the Dog & Duck against the Red Lion.

The only possible regret I have is the feeling that I will die without having played enough tennis.

Hemingway himself and Hemingway's writing were both brilliant, brilliant cocktails.

Almost any mistake you can make in running a company, I've probably made

The uniformity and obedience of the media, which any dictator would admire...

All that is required to realise the Self is to “Be Still.