Even those who have an air of being wise judge of others only$$$ and do not know themselves. It cannot be in reason to know others and not to know oneself. Therefore one who knows himself may be said to be a man who has knowledge. Though our looks be unpleasing$$$ we do not know it. We do not know that our skill is poor. We do not know that our station is lowly. We do not know that we grow old in years. We do not know that sickness attacks us. We do not know that death is near. We do not know that we have not attained the Way we follow.
Life is divine Chaos. It's messy$$$ and it's supposed to be that way.
When it is moving on luxurious wings$$$ the soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.
The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others --even that is sufficient.
A man needs a little madness$$$ or else... he never dares cut the rope and be free.
What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread$$$ wine$$$ fish$$$ and radishes$$$ and out comes sighs$$$ laughter$$$ and dreams.
Does pain go away and leave no trace$$$ then? You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.
The baby understands that its mother loves it. [...] Words have their origin in baby talk$$$ so words have their origin in love.
They fuck you up$$$ your mum and dad.<br>They may not mean to$$$ but they do.<br>They fill you with the faults they had<br>And add some extra$$$ just for you.
Why can't one stop being a son without becoming a father?