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From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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Ours is a lost generation, it may be, but it is more blameless than those earlier generations.
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Leopards break into the temple and drink to the dregs what is in the sacrificial pitchers; this is repeated over and over again; finally it can be calculated in advance, and it becomes a part of the ceremony.
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Please — consider me a dream.
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The way is infinitely long, nothing of it can be subtracted, nothing can be added, and yet everyone applies his own childish yardstick to it. 'Certainly, this yard of the way you still have to go, too, and it will be accounted unto you.'
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A man once said: Why such reluctance? If you only followed the parables you yourselves would become parables and with that rid of all your daily cares. Another said: I bet that is also a parable. The first said: You have won. The second said: But unfortunately only in parable. The first said: No, in reality: in parable you have lost.
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I carry the bars within me.
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Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.
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Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.
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Do not waste your time looking for an obstacle - maybe there is none.
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How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense.
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Productivity is being able to do things that you were never able to do before.
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To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of non-understanding, was impossible.
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The relationship to one's fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one's striving.
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How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.
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I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.
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Only the moment counts. It determines life.
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One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.
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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Don Quixote's misfortune is not his imagination, but Sancho Panza.
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We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.
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The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.
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Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.