You can only meditate when you are walking
The thing I regret most in the details of my life that I have lost my memory of is not having made diaries of my travels. I never thought so much, existed so much, lived so much, been myself, if I dare so to say, as in those I made alone and on foot. Walking has something that animates and invigorates my ideas; I can only meditate when I am walking. When I stop, I cease to think my mind only works with my legs. The view of the countryside, the succession of pleasant surroundings, the fresh air, the great appetite, the good health that I gain by walking, the freedom of the cabaret, the distance from everything that makes me feel my dependence, from everything that reminds me of my situation, all this frees my soul, gives me greater boldness to think, throws me in a way into the immensity of beings to combine them, to choose them, to appropriate them to my liking, without embarrassment and without fear. I have the whole of nature at my disposal as a master; my heart, wandering from object to object, unites, identifies with those who flatter it, surrounds itself with charming images, intoxicates itself with delicious feelings.
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.