The notion of the infinite expanse and copiousness of the cosmos is the result of the mixture, carried to the extreme limit, of laborious creation and free self-determination.

How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.

Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.

You need not even listen, just wait...the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself.

But questions that don’t answer themselves at the very moment of their asking are never answered.

I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.