The sound of the rain needs no translation. – Alan Watts
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god. – Alan Watts
But the attitude of faith is to let go, and become open to truth, whatever it might turn out to be. – Alan Watts
But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know. – Alan Watts
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning. – Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit, Chapter XLII