Любовь - учительница, но нужно уметь её приобрести, ибо она трудно приобретается, дорого покупается, долгою работой и через долгий срок, ибо не на мгновение лишь случайное надо любить, а на весь срок...Неустанно, ненасытимо люби, всех люби, всё люби, ищи восторга и исступления сего...
A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe", a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.
Почти всегда в ошибках есть нечто священное. Никогда не пытайся их исправлять. Напротив, дай им рациональное обьяснение, пойми их вполне и всецело. После этого ты сумеешь постичь их сокровенный смысл.
Не старайся быть современным. Это единственное, чего тебе, к сожалению, не удастся избежать, что бы ты ни делал.
Не бойтесь совершенства! Вы его никогда не достигните!
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.
Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance you must keep moving.
It is best, it seems to me, to separate one's inner striving from one's trade as far as possible. It is not good when one's daily break is tied to God's special blessing.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
Computers are incredibly fast, accurate and stupid. Human beings are incredibly slow, inaccurate and brilliant. Together they are powerful beyond imagination.
The tragedy of life is what dies inside of a man when he lives.
Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing.
Her own thought of what life could be like, was all she would ever have of the world she had wanted. Only the thought of it - and a few rare moments, like a few lights reflected from it on her way - to know, to hold, to follow to the end...