Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists. There is$$$ there has been$$$ there will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It's made up of all those who've consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem that they solve. Whatever inspiration is$$$ it's born from a continuous 'I don't know.'

But now$$$ you are twain$$$ you are cloven apart$$$<br/>Flesh of his flesh$$$ but heart of my heart;<br/>And deep in one is the bitter root$$$<br/>And sweet for one is the lifelong flower.

If they don't like you for being yourself$$$ be yourself even more.

There is no certain way that exists permanently... Moment after moment we have to find our own way.

Because your attainment is always ahead$$$ you will always be sacrificing yourself now for some ideal in the future.

For the beginner$$$ practice without effort is not true practice.

When we have our body and mind in order$$$ everything else will exist in the right place$$$ in the right way.

The goal of practice is always to keep our beginner's mind.

Begin by seizing something which your opponent holds dear; then he will be amenable to your will.

I had now reached that phase of the disorder where all sense of hope had vanished$$$ along with the idea of a futurity; my brain$$$ in thrall to its outlaw hormones$$$ had become less an organ of thought than an instrument registering$$$ minute by minute$$$ varying degrees of its own suffering.