He may be obnoxious, and may regularly insult you, but if he can't undermine you, he isn't your enemy.

If only they had loved a little less, they might have loved a little longer.

Become gracefully old. Our pleasures in life revisit us and take up lodging in our frame. Where once we aggressively pursued our pleasures, in those precise locations, now we clearly contemplate dramatic rips in the fabric of our physical being. Each has its own texture, its own sensory modality. This is dying. That which you were was life spurting outwards; that which you will be, is death, or nothingness, the Silence.

You are an idiot who is always bawling at people and putting them down in public. Caution around fools ensures that I won't be jumping into the bear pit with you, or even remaining in your presence. But, if you hurt someone who is innocent, and bears you no animosity, if you hurt them because you can, and to impress others like you, and only then, I will expose you, you idiot.

Until fate deems it necessary to put out one of our eyes, we cannot exercise true vision.

First you show me gold, then you show me ashes. I have come to understand: of course there is gold, of course there is ashes.

He cannot really put life as it is lived by people, and life as it really is, together. I wonder if he covertly values his insights into futility so much that, out of a misplaced sense of cleaving to something superior, he preserves the gap, and in so doing tortures himself.

Sometimes it's one way, sometimes the other.

I asked a tree what life was, but received no answer. This tree is either arrogant or ignorant, I thought to myself: if the tree cannot answer my question, I will ask another tree, or a rock.