We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.

There are things known and there are things unknown$$$ and in between are the doors.

He had power only to feel$$$ and feeling was torment.

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness$$$ we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe$$$ our perception of it$$$ so right$$$ our only universe is perception.

Apologize: To lay the foundation for a future offence.

It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything$$$ would it?

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

Any order is a balancing act of extreme precariousness.

Don't you know that it is only the very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?