You do not truly own anything that you can't carry in both arms at a dead run
Never own more than you can carry in both hands at a dead run.
Nothing can work damage to me except myself; the harm that I sustain I carry about with me and never am a real sufferer except by my own fault.
Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing.
It's only when you're alone that you realize where you are. You have nothing to fall back on except your own resources.
?"Nothing binds you except your thoughts; nothing limits you except your fear; and nothing controls you except your beliefs.
be gl?d of life, bec?use it gives you the ch?nce to love ?nd to work ?nd to pl?y ?nd to look up ?t the st?rs; to be s?tisfied with your posessions, to despise nothing in the world except f?lsehood ?nd me?nness ?nd to fe?r nothing except cow?rdice; to be governed by your ?dmir?tions r?ther th?n by your disgusts, to covet nothing th?t is your neighbour's except his kindness of he?rt ?nd gentleness of m?nners; to think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends and to spend ?s much time ?s you c?n with body ?nd with spirit.
I am not much an advocate for traveling, and I observe that men run away to other countries because they are not good in their own, and run back to their own because they pass for nothing in the new places. For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?
Nothing can hurt you except sin; nothing can grieve me except sin; nothing can defeat you except sin. Therefore, be on your guard, my Mansoul.
Nothing can work me damage except myself. The harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and never am a real sufferer but by my own fault.
You can tell nothing from a man's appearance, nothing except the depths of your own prejudice.
We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades and brings us ceaselessly to the dry season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you see a dead man going through the motions of living.
There is nothing like lying flat on your back on the deck, alone except for the helmsman aft at the wheel, silence except for the lapping of the sea against the side of the ship. At that time you can be equal to Ulysses and brother to him.
Darken your room, shut the door, empty your mind. Yet you are still in great company - the Numen and your Genius with all their media, and your host of elementals and ghosts of your dead loves — are there! They need no light by which to see, no words to speak, no motive to enact except through your own purely formed desire.
I'll carry on, carry over, carry forward, Cary Grant, cash and carry, carry me back to Old Virginia, I'll even 'hari-kari' if you show me how, but I will not carry a gun!
Lord, if I thought you were listening, I'd pray for this above all: that any church set up in your name should remain poor, and powerless, and modest. That it should wield no authority except that of love. That it should never cast anyone out. That it should own no property and make no laws. That it should not condemn, but only forgive.