The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
To understand oneself profoundly, one needs balance. Neither renunciation nor acquiescence.
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others. If you have that awareness, you have good manners, no matter which fork you use.
Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves.
To find out what is truly individual in ourselves, profound reflection is needed; and suddenly we realise how uncommonly difficult the discovery of individuality is.
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
