Hurry Is Not Of The Devil; Hurry

It Is Just Man's Turning Away From Instinct--his Opposing Himself To Instinct--that Creates Consciousness. Instinct Is Nature Andseeks To Perpetuate Nature; While Consciousness Can Only Seek Culture Or Its Denial.

Even A Happy Life Cannot Be Without A Measure Of Awareness Of Darkness... As The Contrast Between What We Have And How It Could Be Worse Is Vital To Appreciate Anything, Including Our Life, And So Be Happy And Grateful

I Am Astonished, Disappointed, Pleased With Myself. I Am Distressed, Depressed, Rapturous. I Am All These Things At Once, And Cannot Add Up The Sum. I Am Incapable Of Determining Ultimate Worth Or Worthlessness; I Have No Judgment About Myself And My Life. There Is Nothing I Am Quite Sure About. I Have No Definite Convictions - Not About Anything, Really. I Know Only That I Was Born And Exist, And It Seems To Me That I Have Been Carried Along. I Exist On The Foundation Or Something I Do Not Know.

The Experience Of The Self Is Always A Defeat For The Ego.

Solitude Is For Me A Fount Of Healing Which Makes My Life Worth Living.