“If you meditate and the Devil comes, make the Devil meditate.”

He who has gotten rid of the disease of “tomorrow” has a chance of achieving what he is here for.

Awakening begins when a man realizes that he is going nowhere and does not know where to go.

My way is to develop the hidden potentialities of man; a way that is against Nature and against God.

With thorns in the inner world there will always be roses in the outer world, in law-able compensation.

Life is real only then, when “I am”.

It is the greatest mistake to think that man is always one and the same. A man is never the same for long. He is continually changing. He seldom remains the same even for half an hour.

One of the best means for arousing the wish to work on yourself is to realize that you may die at any moment. But first you must learn how to keep it in mind.

Only super-efforts count.

Believe nothing, not even yourself.

You can never awaken using the same system that put you to sleep in the first place.

To know all, it is necessary to know very little; but to know that very little, one must first know pretty much.

Love without knowledge is demonic.

Conscious faith is freedom. Emotional faith is slavery. Mechanical faith is foolishness.

The only type of sexual relations possible are those with someone who is as advanced and capable as oneself.

If you help others, you will be helped, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps in one hundred years, but you will be helped. Nature must pay off the debt. It is a mathematical law and all life is mathematics.

Two things in life are infinite; the stupidity of man and the mercy of God.

The fact of the matter is that the most unexpected and miraculous thing in my life was the arrival in it of poetry itself – as a vocation and an elevation almost.

Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival.

Adam knew Eve his wife and she conceived. It is a pity that this is still the only knowledge of their wives at which some men seem to arrive.

I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.

I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

She thinks that before her arrival on the scene no woman ever did anything worthwhile before

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.