Industrial man – a sentient reciprocating engine having a fluctuating output, coupled to an iron wheel revolving with uniform velocity. And then we wonder why this should be the golden age of revolution and mental derangement.
I was born wandering between two worlds, one dead, the other powerless to be born, and have made, in a curious way, the worst of both.
Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.
For particulars, as everyone knows, make for virtue and happiness; generalities are intellectually necessary evils. Not philosophers but fretsawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society.
But the nature of the universe is such that the ends never justify the means. On the contrary, the means always determine the end.
In a word, they failed to take into account man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.
Half at least of all morality is negative and consists in keeping out of mischief. The lords prayer is less than 50 words long, and 6 of those words are devoted to asking god not to lead us into temptation.
Only times and places, only names and ghosts.
It’s a very salutary thing to realize that the rather dull universe in which most of us spend most of our time is not the only universe there is. I think it’s healthy that people should have this experience.
Oh, how desperately bored, in spite of their grim determination to have a Good Time, the majority of pleasure-seekers really are!
The self is coming from a state of pure awareness from the state of being. All the rest that comes about in a outward manifesation of the physical world, including fluctuations which end up as thoughts and actions.
Everybody strains after happiness, and the result is that nobody’s happy.
Happiness is like coke – something you get as a by-product in the process of making something else.
Nothing – the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.
Pain was a fascinating horror.
The more a man knows about himself in relation to every kind of experience, the greater his chance of suddenly, one fine morning, realizing who in fact he is...
It’s embarrassing to tell you this, but it seems to come down mostly to just learning to be kinder.
Can we unite against ourselves for our own higher interest?
God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.
All our science is just a cookery book, with an orthodox theory of cooking that nobody’s allowed to question, and a list of recipes that mustn’t be added to except by special permission from the head cook.