While experiencing happiness$$$ we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize -- sometimes with astonishment -- how happy we had been.

I said to the almond tree$$$ 'Sister$$$ speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.

True teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross; then$$$ having facilitated their crossing$$$ joyfully collapse$$$ encouraging them to create their own.

When I encounter a sunrise$$$ a painting$$$ a woman$$$ or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf$$$ then I know I am standing in front of happiness.

Happy the youth who believes that his duty is to remake the world and bring it more in accord with virtue and justice$$$ more in accord with his own heart. Woe to whoever commences his life without lunacy.

It's remarkable how we go on year after year$$$ doing the same old things. We get tired and bored$$$ and ask when they'll come for us.

Now$$$ even more than the evening before$$$ he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute$$$ beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.

A system must necessarily be based on premises that by its very nature it cannot question.

It will be worth it$$$ if in the end I manage<br>To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.<br>Then there will be nothing I know.<br>My mind will fold into itself$$$ like fields$$$ like snow.

About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis$$$ but from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives. This can be defined as the general neurosis of our times.