I swim at the millpond
It's a place many schools laughed about
It's not the "ultimate natatorium"
It doesn't have all the latest technology
It doesn't have all the huge crowds
It's a place of work
It's a place where I control what I become
It's a place where I learn about pushing myself
It's a place to learn about goals
It's a place to learn about limits
It's the place that I swim
Nobody's laughing anymore
Welcome to the Millpond
All your base belong to us.
When making a decision of minor importance, I have always found it advantageous to consider all the pros and cons. In vital matters, however, such as the choice of a mate or profession, the decision should come from the unconscious, from somewhere within ourselves. In the important decisions of personal life, we should be governed, I think, by the deep inner needs of our nature.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.
The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.
We don't know a millionth of one percent about anything.
All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.
The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.
If I am not for myself, who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now—when?