There is nothing like the bootless solitude of those who are caged together.

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.

The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.

It is in the capacity to love, that is to SEE, that the liberation of the soul from fantasy consists. The freedom which is a proper human goal is the freedom from fantasy, that is the realism of compassion. What I have called fantasy, the proliferation of blinding self-centered aims and images, is itself a powerful system of energy, and most of what is often called 'will' or 'willing' belongs to this system. What counteracts the system is attention to reality inspired by, consisting of, love.

We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one's got to stop muddling.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.