You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.

Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

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

True undoubting is the teacher's part, continual undoubting the part of the pupil.

There's an infinite amount of hope but not for us.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.