In each individual the spirit is made flesh, in each one the whole of creation suffers, in each one a Savior is crucified.
Every man’s story is important, eternal and sacred. That is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous and worthy of every consideration.
Friendship is identification and difference.
Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.
Everyone gives what he has. The soldier gives strength, the merchant goods, the teacher instruction, the farmer rice, the fisherman fish.
Is not every life, every work fine?
The river taught us how to listen with a silent heart, with a waiting open soul...
Each man carries the vestiges of his birth; the slime and eggshells of his primeval past with him to the end of his days. Some never become human, remaining frog, lizard, ant. Some are human above the waist, fish below.
Once you are able to make your request in such a way that you will be quite certain of its fulfillment, then the fulfillment will come.
I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town’s Latin school.
One must find the source within one’s own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking – a detour, an error.
The way to innocence, to the uncreated and to God leads on, not back, not back to the wolf or to the child, but ever further into sin, ever deeper into human life.
The world was beautiful when looked at in this way-without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.
Among mathematicians, even in those days, the reputation of being a good Glass Bead Game player meant a great deal; it was equivalent to being a very good mathematician.
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.
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.
It is a pity that you students aren’t fully aware of the luxury and abundance in which you live.
It was lovely, and tempting, to exert power over men and to shine before others, but power also had its perditions and perils.
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.
Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.