Today we're all alike, all of us bound together by our shared apathy toward work. That very apathy has become a passion. The one great collective passion of our time.

But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow his passion (compassion) or not.

Radio... force-feeds us music... everywhere and all the time... sewage-water music in which music is dying.

The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.

It was futile to attack with reason the stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which the female mind is made.

When we ignore the body, we are more easily victimized by it.

The day after his father left, Franz and his mother went into town together, and as they left home Franz noticed that her shoes did not match. He was in a quandary: he wanted to point out the mistake, but was afraid he would hurt her. So, during the two hours they spent walking through the city together he kept his eyes focused on her feet. It was then he had his first inkling of what it means to suffer.