There's nothing wrong with the world. What's wrong is our way of looking at it.
It is almost banal to say so yet it needs to be stressed continually: all is creation, all is change, all is flux, all is metamorphosis.
The world is the mirror of myself dying.
Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind, generous, and patient.
Everything remains unsettled forever, depend on it
Who wants to be a hundred? What's the point of it? A short life and a merry one is far better than a long one sustained by fear, caution, and perpetual medical surveillance.