Remember this: one can be a strict logician or grammarian and at the same time full of imagination and music.

I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.

Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.

But peace, too, is a living thing and like all life it must wax and wane, accommodate, withstand trials, and undergo changes.

Those who direct the maximum force of their desires toward the center, toward true being, toward perfection, seem quieter than the passionate souls because the flame of their fervor cannot always be seen.

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.

But it's a poor fellow who can't take his pleasure without asking other people's permission.