For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just because we’re free – if we are. Or because we’ve been educated – if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears, tells us where delights are lurking, convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever, that of the mind, and gives us the assurance – the confidence – to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers.
We can only learn to love by loving.
Remember that the secret of all learning is patience and that curiosity is not the same thing as a thirst for knowledge.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
Language is a machine for making falsehoods.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
Most real relationships are involuntary.
The cry of equality pulls everyone down.
Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues.
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.
Art and morality are, with certain provisos…one. Their essence is the same. The essence of both of them is love. Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality.
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.
On connecting: Where does one person end and another person begin?
The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.
Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
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