Samadhi doesn’t just come of itself; it takes practice.
An ounce of practice is generally worth more than a ton of theory.
After practice, I would have to go back to the dorm and take a nap.
Feminism is the theory. Lesbianism is the practice.
I have about as much practice sleeping as everyone else, though I’d like to have more.
I practice martial arts not to win over other people but to win over my own heart.
Our effort in our practice should be directed from achievement to non-achievement.
A couple of hours of practice is worth ten sloppy rounds.
This assumption of the intrinsically repressive nature of collective experience and redemptive power of individuation is a staple of contemporary art theory and criticism. I would argue that a closer analysis of collaborative and collective...