The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.

I'm moving and not moving at all. I'm like the moon underneath the waves that ever go on rolling and rocking. It is not, "I am doing this," but rather, an inner realization that "this is happening through me," or "it is doing this for me." The consciousness of self is the greatest hindrance to the proper execution of all physical action.

Man, the living creature, the creating individual, is always more important than any established style or system.

True evil is unlikely to receive an invitation from us, so it clothes itself in just enough truth to make itself look appealing and then it looks to unpeel us.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

Their fate rested entirely on me. I could save them by telling the truth. I could destroy them by lying. No one should have that much power.