“To dwell is to garden.”

No historical movement can leap outside of history and start from scratch.

All questions that do justice to the subject are themselves bridges to their own answering.

Being is essentially different from a being, from beings.

The meeting of the solitary ones can happen only in solitude.

Expelled from the truth of Being, man everywhere circles around himself as the animal rationale.

Mere anxiety is the source of everything.

The god wholly other than past ones and especially other than the Christian one.

On this “way,” if to keep falling down and getting up can be called a way.

Immersing ourselves in art and the immeasurable through being allows us a more truthful experience of the world.

Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one.

Man stares at what the explosion of the atom bomb could bring with it. He does not see that the atom bomb and its explosion are the mere final emission of what has long since taken place, has already happened.

Being the rational animal, man must be capable of thinking if he really wants to. Still, it may be that man wants to think, but cannot.

I know that everything essential and great originated from the fact that the human being had a homeland and was rooted in tradition.

Only a god can save us.

We do not have any clear, common and simple relation to reality and to ourselves. That is the big problem of the Western world.

Only he who already understands can listen.

You shall have all that is in this garden.

People who are close to God cultivate a personal intimacy with Him like a good gardener cultivates beautiful flowers.

We are gardens. We flourish and grow. Despite the rain, despite the snow.

A gardener who cultivates his own garden with his own hands, unites in his own person the three different characters, of landlord, farmer, and labourer. His produce, therefore, should pay him the rent of the first, the profit of the second, and the wages of the third.

A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Theosophy has no code of morals, being itself the embodiment of the highest morality; it presents to its students the highest moral teachings of all religions, gathering the most fragrant blossoms from the gardens of the world-faiths.

I like fireworks too, but I set them off in gardens or kebab stands. I never set fire to my own house.