Of course we have an 'unconscious mind' and this is partly what my book is about. But there is no general chart of that lost continent. Certainly not a 'scientific' one.
It is not simply that suppression of self is required before accurate vision can be obtained. The great artist sees his objects (and this is true whether they are sad, absurd, repulsive or even evil)...
I said, Your brother is in bed with my wife. I added, I just took them up some wine in bed.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
You get so worked up and flowery! You sound as if you were quoting something all the time!
It's not so easy.What isn't?To establish relationships, you can't just elect people, it can't be done by thinking and willing.
I contemplated her, seeing her young bland face looking at me, now removed as if behind a gauze curtain. She quietly invited me to suffer. There was a great space now, a great silent hall in which thi...
In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.
But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
—¿Por qué está mal robar?—Es cuestión de cómo se defina —dijo Julius.—¿Qué quiere usted decir?—Es una tautología. «Robar» es un concepto con un sentido peyorativo inevitable. Así, decir que robar está...
The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like...
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
The past and present are after all so close, almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like some of...
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
To anyone who will take the trouble to become attached to her she will immediately give a devoted, generous, imaginative and completely uncapricious attention, which is still a calculated avoidance of...
Those who cry out the truth to an indifferent world too often weary, fall silent or come to doubt their own wit.
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
It was extremely difficult to keep up any pace over the rocks since they were so unpredictable and devoid of reason. Their senselessness had never so much impressed me.