If I knew myself to the innermost point of my being, I would not second-guess myself, doubt myself, criticize myself, improve myself, compare myself or forgive myself. And I would never ever apologize.
A quiet mind is not an end in itself. It clears the stage.
No one loves who loves a little. Or forgives who forgives a little.
I asked him, “Are you an honest man?” He responded immediately: “No, I’m not.” I felt my forearms flush. It happens whenever I hear the unvarnished truth.