In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.

A book should serve as an axe to the ice inside us.

The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

Leop­ards break in­to the tem­ple and drink all the sac­ri­fi­cial ves­sels dry; it keeps hap­pen­ing; in the end, it can be cal­cu­lat­ed in ad­vance and is in­cor­po­rat­ed in­to the rit­ual.