Both the forces of good and evil will keep the universe alive for us, until we awake from our dreams and give up this building of mud pies.

Blows are what awaken us and help to break the dream. They show us the insufficiency of this world and make us long to escape, to have freedom.

Come out into the broad light of day, come out from the little narrow paths, for how can the infinite soul rest content to live and die in small ruts?

Be perfectly resigned, perfectly unconcerned; then alone can you do any true work. No eyes can see the real forces; we can only see the results. Put out self, …

The hills of manhood wear a noble face When seen from far; The mist of light from which they take their grace Hides what they are.

Only a fool would refuse to enter a fool's paradise-when that's the only paradise he'll ever have a chance to enter.

Cloud cuckoo land