Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike.

They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.

He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

The bourgeois treasures nothing more highly than the self.... And so at the cost of intensity he achieves his own preservation andsecurity. His harvest is a quiet mind which he prefers to being possessed by God, as he prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to that deathly inner consuming fire.