How do I know that loving life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death I am not like a man who, having left home in his youth, has forgotten the way back?

You are still guided by your expectations.

Only fools imagine they are already awake. How clearly they understand everything! How easily they distinguish this deception from that reality!

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.

If you have grasped the purpose of life there is no point in trying to make life into something it is not or cannot be.

Understanding that rests in what it does not understand is the finest.

Fish live in water. Men die in it.Nature is diverse, and not all tastes are the same.