Jeff Greenwald

In Nepal, the phenomenon is reversed. Time is a stick of incense that burns without being consumed. One day can seem like a week; a week, like months. Mornings stretch out and crack their spines with the yogic impassivity of house cats. Afternoons bulge with a succulent ripeness, like fat peaches. There is time enough to do everything – write a letter, eat breakfast, read the paper, visit a shrine or two, listen to the birds, bicycle downtown to change money, buy postcards, shop for Buddhas – and arrive home in time for lunch.

Rajneesh

Mind is a door that leads you outside in the world; meditation is the door that leads you to your interiority – to the very innermost shrine of your being.

Solution

There is always an easy solution to every human problem – neat, plausible and wrong.

Politics

Politics ought to be the part time profession of every citizen who would protect the rights and privileges of free people and who would preserve what is good and fruitful in our national heritage.

Dissent

There are only two choices: A police state in which all dissent is suppressed or rigidly controlled; or a society where law is responsive to human needs.

Hydrangea

Hydrangea

Diplomacy

The first duty of a wise advocate is to convince his opponents that he understands their arguments, and sympathizes with their just feelings.

Bede Griffiths

There is a beautiful expression of this in the Chandogya Upanishad: ‘There is this City of Brahman, (that is the body), and in this city there is a shrine, and in that shrine there is a small lotus, and in that lotus there is a small space, (akasa). Now what exists within that small space, that is to be sought, that is to be understood.’ This is the great discovery of the Upanishads, this inner shrine, this guha, or cave of the heart, where the inner meaning of life, of all human existence, is to be found.

Alain de Botton

I never wavered in my certainty that God did not exist. I was simply liberated by the thought that there might be a way to engage with religion without having to subscribe to its supernatural content – a way, to put it in more abstract terms, to think about Fathers without upsetting my respectful memory of my own father. I recognized that my continuing resistance to theories of an afterlife or of heavenly residents was no justification for giving up on the music, buildings, prayers, rituals, feasts, shrines, pilgrimages, communal meals and illustrated manuscripts of the faiths.

Joy

Drink and dance and laugh and lie,

Love the reeling midnight through

For tomorrow we shall die!

But, alas, we never do

Jealousy

Though jealousy be produced by love, as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love as ashes smother the flame.