The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is 'look under foot.' You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.
You always pass failure on the way to success.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'
History is more or less bunk.
I think it is good that books still exist, but they do make me sleepy.