The real questions are the ones that obtrude upon your consciousness whether you like it or not, the ones that make your mind start vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "come to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refuse to be placated. They barge into your life at the times when it seems most important for them to stay away. They are the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that reveal their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will.
The real test of friendship is Can you literally do nothing with the other person Can you enjoy together those moments of life that are utterly simple They are the moments people look back on at the end of life and number as their most sacred experiences.
The republic, as I at least understand it, means association, of which liberty is only an element, a necessary antecedent. It means association, a new philosophy of life, a divine Ideal that shall move the world, the only means of regeneration vouchsafed to the human race.
The riches of life, the love and joy and exhilaration of life can be found only with an upward look. This is an exciting world. It's cram-packed with opportunity. Great moments wait around every corner.
The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
The same stream of life that runs through our veins, every moment of nights and days, also runs through the world, through all shapes and forms of life on our planet and the shining stars in distant galexies. This is the same stream of life that brings all of us in sync, regardless of our color, race, gender, religion and national limitations, while dancing in perfect rhythm at all times. This is the same life that smiles in joy every morning through the soil of our earth in countless beautiful flowers, millions of tiny leaves, and infinite blades of grass. As we watch this amazing game of life that is so pure and wonderful with its constant uninterrupted flow, we begin to truly appreciate the Supreme Power that governs this Universe so smoothly. This realization also makes us appreciate, respect and enjoy Life - the greatest gift that comes directly from the Supreme Power to us, lest we forget.
The secret of life isn't an attempt to explain everything but, rather, to understand that certain things can't be explained. Demanding that everything is to be dissected neath a microscope is madness. Hence the attempt to explain everything is madness.