If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass - which is better than trying to fill them.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!