If we did not bring to the examinations of our instincts a knowledge of their comparative dignity we could never learn it from them

Life is so much when we focus on what truly matters.

The only way I know to drive out evil from the country is by the constructive method of filling it with good.

The only way I know to drive out evil from the country is by the constructive method of filling it with good. The country is better off tranquilly considering its blessings and merits, and earnestly striving to secure more of them, than it would be in nursing hostile bitterness about its deficiencies and faults.

Little progress can be made by merely attempting to repress what is evil. Our great hope lies in developing what is good.

Creative powers can just as easily turn out to be destructive. It rests solely with the moral personality whether they apply themselves to good things or to bad. And if this is lacking, no teacher can supply it or take its place

CG Jung:Thoughts grow in me like a forest, populated by many different animals. But man is domineering in his thinking, and therefore he kills the pleasure of the forest and that of the wild animals. Man is violent in his desire, and he himself becomes a darker forest and a sickened forest animal. Just as I have freedom in the world, I also have freedom in my thoughts. Freedom is conditional.

In this way he slips imperceptibly into a purely conceptual world where the products of his conscious activity progressively take the place of reality.

As Billy Graham has often said regarding early mornings, "No Bread, no bread." In my life, it is my goal to have a daily quiet time, exercise physically every day (even when traveling) and to read something to refresh my mind and help me to grow in knowledge.

I've been so thoroughly incorporated into the California culture that I practice meditation and go to a therapist, even though I always set a trap: during my meditation I invent stories to keep from being bored, and in therapy I invent stories to keep from boring the psychologist.

If, for example, I saw my grandparents or my daughter for an instant, would I recognize them? Probably not, because in looking so hard for a way to keep them alive, remembering them in the most minimal details, I have been changing them, adorning them with qualities they may not have had. I have given them a destiny much more complex than the ones they lived.

The heart is like a box; if it is filled with rubbish, there is no space for other things.