Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

I wasn’t lying when I kept insisting it was Animals taking revenge on people. That was the truth. I was their Tool.

Anger always leaves a large void behind it, into which a flood of sorrow pours instantly, and keeps on flowing like a great river, without beginning or end.

Because every tiny particle of the world is made of suffering.

‘You know what, sometimes it seems to me we’re living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what’s good and what isn’t, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves… And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.’

Everything is connected with everything else, and we are all caught in a net of correspondences of every kind.

‘Anger can prompt one to utter various words, but it can also make one fail to remember them afterwards.’

You should know that everything possible to be believed is an image of the truth,

Sometimes I think you can entirely fail to know the person you’ve lived with for years on end,

It’s better to be ill in a quiet way, then at least we know what we’re going to die of.

Everything will pass.

The wise Man knows this from the start, and has no regrets.