One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.
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Reason can answer questions, but imagination has to ask them.
Reason can answer questions, but imagination has to ask them.
I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar read more
I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar and just be. It's wonderful to have someone like that around, you always feel you can count on them. You can go away and come back, you can change your mind and your hairdo and your politics, and when you get through doing all these upsetting things, you look around and there they are, just the way they were, just being.
Every day you waste is one you can never make up.
Every day you waste is one you can never make up.
People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.
People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.
I have a feeling this is destiny. [On the eve of her third marriage].
I have a feeling this is destiny. [On the eve of her third marriage].
Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.
Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.
The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings.
The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings.
If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts, but if he will be content to begin read more
If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts, but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am read more
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
