A smile is the weapon of the wise
Smile is the perfection of laughter. For there is always anxiety in laughter, although it is immediately calmed; but in the smile everything relaxes, without any anxiety or defense. We can therefore say that the child smiles even better at his mother than his mother smiles at him; thus childhood is always the most beautiful. But in every smile there is childhood; it is an oblivion and a new beginning. All muscles take their rest and ease, especially those powerful muscles of the cheeks and jaws, so naturally contracted in anger, and already in attention. The smile does not pay attention; the eyes kiss all around their center. At the same time the breath and the heart work largely and without embarrassment, hence this colour of life and this healthy look. Just as mistrust awakens mistrust, so the smile calls for a smile; it reassures the other about oneself and all things around. This is why those who are happy say that everything smiles at them. And one can, with a smile, heal the wounds of someone one does not know. That is why a smile is the weapon of the wise, against one's own passions and those of others. It touches them there in their center and in their strength, which is never in ideas or in events, but in that armed anger that cannot smile.
It seems that there is a very specific area in the brain which could be called poetic memory and which records what has charmed us, what has moved us, what gives our life its beauty.
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity... It is, in short, the subject of the history of the Grail. Only a predestined being has the ability to ask another: what is your torment? And he doesn't have it when he enters life. He has to go through years of dark night.
Source: Letter to the poet Joë Bousquet, 1942
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
Source : LIFE magasine, May 2, 1955
Almost everyone in the world is self-absorbed within themselves. They regard themselves as the most important beings. People rarely speak bad about themselves. They are the heroes in their own story no matter how much entanglement of lies and bullshit is needed to achieve a gratifying and satisfying version of the tale.
By observing their actions, you could trace back their thought pattern, intentions, interest, and vision. Stop for a moment and analyze the action. Stop caring about what they say, what they think about how the world should be, how everyone can execute their best, or why the world is so messed up. They speak whatever hell it takes to sound amazing. Listen to their actions. Listen only and only to their actions.
We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.