in Quotes & Aphorisms (Life)
And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds.
Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the God.
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And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds.
Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the God.
But this I thought was the meaning of life, that the individual shook off the habit of accepting the favors of difference, should that be tempting, steeled himself against its humiliation, should that weigh down on him, in order to find the universal, what is common to all human beings, to concern oneself only with that. Oh! How beautiful to lose oneself in this way. But then I thought again that in the having of this concern the meaning of life was to be concerned for oneself as if the particular individual were all there was. Oh! How beautiful thus to find oneself in the universal! If the universal is the rule then the individual is the paradigm [corrected from demand]; if the universal is the demand then the universal is the fulfillment; if the universal is everything, if the universal says everything, then the particular individual believes that the everything is said about him-him alone. So if the place and context here did not require signature, none would be needed, for again it is infinitely inconsequential who has said it (as though the favored one said it, the one who was wronged being in no position to say it, since after all they all have it in them to do it).
We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.
You know who critics are? — the men who have failed in literature and art.
To saunter is a science; it is the gastronomy of the eye. To take a walk is to vegetate; to saunter is to live... To saunter is to enjoy life; it is to indulge the flight of fancy; it is to enjoy the sublime pictures of misery, of love, of joy, of gracious or grotesque physiognomies; it is to pierce with a glance the abysses of a thousand existences; for the young it is to desire all, and to possess all; for the old it is to live the life of the youthful, and to share their passions.
If we choose, we can live in a world of comforting illusion.
The roads to freedom do not run through the lands out yonder, but rather through our inner selves.
The meaning of our life is the road, not the goal. For each answer is delusive, each fulfillment melts away between our fingers, and the goal is not longer a goal once it is attained.
To be practical in life means to take everything seriously and nothing tragically.
The value of the goal lies in the goal itself; and therefore the goal cannot be attained unless it is pursued for its own sake.