Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

There is nothing besides a spiritual world; what we call the world of the senses is the Evil in the spiritual world, and what we call Evil is only the necessity of a moment in our eternal evolution.

If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.

If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.

Time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible, then one must try to wriggle through by subtle manoeuvres.

If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read it?

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.