We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one
direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.
At the moment of insight
a potential pattern
of organized behavior
comes into being.
The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost and most secret
recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic night which was
psyche long before there was any ego-consciousness, and which will
remain psyche no matter how far our ego-consciousness extends.
Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power.
We have guided missiles and misguided men.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
It's time for greatness, not for greed. It's a time for idealism, not ideology.
It is a time not just for compassionate words, but compassionate action.