You treat world history as a mathematician does mathematics, in which nothing but laws and formulas exist, no reality, no good and evil, no time, no yesterday, no tomorrow, nothing but an eternal, shallow, mathematical present.

Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.

All it has experienced, tasted, suffered: The course of years, generations of animals, Oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and - Wind Will pour forth each day in the song Of its rustling foliage, in the friendly Gesture of its gently swaying crown, In the delicate sweet scent of resinous Sap moistening the sleep-glued buds, And the eternal game of lights and Shadows it plays with itself, content.

You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.

If a man has nothing to eat, fasting is the most intelligent thing he can do.

The day had gone by just as days go by. I had killed it in accordance with my primitive and retiring way of life.

The art of love-giving and taking become one.