Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, t...
Trebao bi se ponositi bolom - svaki bol nas podseca na nas visoki polozaj'. Divno! Osamdeset godina pre Nicea! Ali to nije izreka na koju sam mislio - cekajte, evo je. Dakle: 'Vecina ljudi nece da pli...
Todo lo demás eran medianías, un intento de evasión, de buscar refugio en el ideal de la masa; era amoldarse; era miedo ante la propia individualidad.
To such men the desperate and horrible thought has come that perhaps the whole of human life is but a bad joke, a violent and ill-fated abortion of the primal mother, a savage and dismal catastophe of...
To hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.
Those who direct the maximum force of their desires towards the center, toward the true being, toward perfection, seem quieter than the passionate souls because the flame of their fervor cannot always...
This is why I am continuing my travels--not to seek other, better teachings, for I know there are none, but to depart from all teachings and all teachers and to reach my goal by myself or to die.
This is good too, very good, he said, listen to this: ‘A man should be proud of suffering. All suffering is a reminder of our high estate.’ Fine! Eighty years before Nietzsche. But that is not the sen...
This does not mean that he was unhappy in any extraordinary degree (although it may have seemed so to himself all the same, inasmuch as every man takes the suffering that falls to his share as the gre...
Things are going downhill with you!' he said to himself, and laughed about it, and as he was saying it, he happened to glance at the river, and he also saw the river going downhill, always moving on d...
These records, however much or however little of real life may lie at the back of them, are notan attempt to disguise or to palliate this widespread sickness of our times. They are an attempt topresen...
There was once a man, Harry, called the steppenwolf. He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the steppes. He had learned a good deal of al...
There was nothing left for him, except to annihilate himself, except to smash the failure into which he had shaped his life, to throw it away, before the feet of mockingly laughing gods.
There was a war on, a violent, genuine and highly sympathetic war where there was no concern for Kaiser or republic, for frontiers, flags or colors and other equally decorative and theatrical matters,...
There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert...
The world is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment, every sin already carries grace in it.
The things we see, Pistorius said softly, are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take...
The things we see are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them...
The realization that my problem was one that concerned all men, a problem of living and thinking, suddenly swept over me and I was overwhelmed by fear and respect as I suddenly saw and felt how deeply...
The life of the grownups had caught me, at first by a lock of hair or a finger, but soon it would have caught and bound me completely, the life lived according to goals, according to numbers, the life...