Quotes About Balance

There's no diet list I'll follow that would rule out cherry pie.

The better a pie tastes, the worse it is for you.

There is something self-defeating in the too conscious pursuit of pleasure.

What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure. The world is a match for us. We are a match for the world.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

Now to form the complete poet, neither heart only, nor head only, is sufficient: the complete poet must have a heart in his brain, or a brain in his heart. Such was Shakspeare, complete because he had both, and supreme because he had both to the highest degree.

Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

The man who gets on his knees has not learned the right use of his legs.

Prejudice is weighing the facts with your thumb on the scales.

It's a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water.

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism. We must beware of thinking of good and evil as absolute opposites.

I made some studies, and reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it. I can take it in small doses, but as a lifestyle I found it too confining. It was just too needful; it expected me to be there for it all the time, and with all I have to do— I had to let something go.

Without a single thought, two hands collide and the world finally makes sense again.

The trouble with retirement is that you never get a day off.

In office a Confucian, in retirement a Taoist.

It is in his pleasures that a man really lives, it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

One cannot refuse to eat just because there is a chance of being choked.

You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.

Let the rose be neighbour with the thorn.

Tho' I fancy'd the rose, yet I dreaded the thorn.

While on a ladder, never step back to admire your work.

Four persons are indispensable to the production of a good salad — a spendthrift for oil, a miser for vinegar, a counsellor for salt, and a madman to stir it all up.

My heart says chocolate and wine, but my jeans say "For the love of all that is good, eat a salad!"

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.