They did not know what we can now guess at, contemplating the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it appears in ordinary existence.
I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.
One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one willl only in time come to hate. In this there is also a residue of belief that during the move the master will chance to come along the corridor, look at the prisoner and say: "This man is not to be locked up again, He is to come with me.
For everything outside the phenomenal world, language can only be used allusively, but never even approximately in a comparative way, since, corresponding as it does to the phenomenal world, it is concerned only with property and its relations.
My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.
There can be knowledge of the diabolical, but no belief in it, for more of the diabolical than there is does not exist.
For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.
Anyone who loves his neighbor within the limits of the world is doing no more and no less injustice than someone who loves himself within the limits of the world.
The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.
I believe that we should read only those books that bite and sting us. If a book we are reading does not rouse us with a blow to the head, then why read it?
Why do we complain about the Fall? It is not on its account that we were expelled from Paradise, but on account of the Tree of Life, lest we might eat of it.
The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.
In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.
You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.
It requires enormous presence of mind or rather quickness of wit, when opening your eyes to seize hold as it were of everything in the room at exactly the same place where you had let it go on the previous evening. That is why the moment of waking up was the riskiest moment of the day. Once that was well over without deflecting you from your orbit, you could take heart of grace for the rest of the day.
The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.
If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.
Utterance does not in principle mean a weakening of conviction--that would not be anything to be deplored--but a weakness of conviction.
If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read it?
If all responsibility is imposed on you, then you may want to exploit the moment and want to be overwhelmed by the responsibility;yet if you try, you will notice that nothing was imposed on you, but that you are yourself this responsibility.
The founder brought the laws from the lawgiver; the faithful are meant to announce the laws to the lawgiver.
A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.
there is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak
Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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