Success is a bitter fruit: sooner or later, what you have created turns against you, becomes your torment.
Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.
Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.
The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.
To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of being electrified.
There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
We do not talk—we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines, and digests.
In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music—the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls, and interesting people. Forget yourself.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without the benefit of experience.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.