“To love in spite of all is the secret of greatness. And may very well be the greatest secret in this universe.”

from What is Greatness by L. Ron Hubbard

The true poem rests between the words.

In almost every task involving form, there are dozens, often hundreds of contradictory elements, which need to be forced to work in harmony by man's will. This harmony can be acheived only through art.

Tao can be talked about, but not the Eternal Tao.
Names can be named, but not the Eternal Name.
As the origin of heaven-and-earth, it is nameless:
As "the Mother" of all things, it is nameable.
So, as ever hidden, we should look at its inner aspects.
As always manifest, we should look at its outer aspects.
These two flow from the same source,
though differently named;
And both are called mysteries.
The Mystery of mysteries is the Door of all essence.

Fame or integrity: which is more important? Money or happiness: which is more valuable? Success or failure: which is more destructive? If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never truly be fulfilled. If your happiness depends on money, you will never be happy with yourself. Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.

Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.

The only time anyone has ever gotten into serious trouble was when he decided he could do nothing about something.

There arises from a bad and unapt formation of words a wonderful obstruction to the mind.

I love being a writer. It's the paperwork I can't stand.

Words are the supreme objects. They are minded things.