The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
Category: Death And Dying
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
Happiness is a how, not a what: a talent, not an object
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
You treat world history as a mathematician does mathematics, in which nothing but laws and formulas exist, no reality, no good and evil, no time, no yesterday, no tomorrow, nothing but an eternal, shallow, mathematical present.
Category: History And Historians
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure.
Category: Human Nature
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men -- each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature -- are shot down wholesale.
In each individual the spirit is made flesh, in each one the whole of creation suffers, in each one a Savior is crucified.
There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge -- that is everywhere.
Love is stronger than violence.
What I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity.
Category: Middle Class
I am fond of music I think because it is so amoral. Everything else is moral and I am after something that isn't. I have always found moralizing intolerable.
Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.