We soul-arize when the commonplace is suddenly elevated and we see beauty everywhere.
Wisdom is not knowing what to do; it’s knowing what not to do.
The self that can be renovated, worked on, improved—that’s not the Self.
How do we distinguish love from romance? First off, love makes no distinctions.
Our mistrust of institutions is innate and well founded. The more organized a thing is, the deader it is, and the more perverse. Ecclesiasts do their best but the soul cannot be organized.