Remember when life’s path is steep to keep your mind even.
What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.
Publication – is the auction of the Mind of Man.
If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
I was in yoga the other day. I was in full lotus position. My chakras were all aligned. My mind is cleared of all clatter and I’m looking out of my third eye and everything that I’m supposed to be doing. It’s amazing what comes up, when you sit in that silence. “Mama keeps whites bright like the sunlight, Mama’s got the magic of Clorox 2.”
Concentrating on poses clears the mind, while focusing on the breath helps the body shift out of fight-or-flight mode.
Yoga is difficult for the one whose mind is not subdued.
Yoga is the practice of quieting the mind.
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.