“Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.”

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are – that is the fact.

What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.

It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.

All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.

Your judgement judges you and defines you.

Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.

As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.

All men are Prophets or else God does not exist.

To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being – like a worm.

I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.

I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

What is there to fear in such a regular world?

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

He who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it the second time.

People will wish you all the success in the world and then hate you when you get it.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

There are three classes of people: those who see. Those who see when they are shown. Those who do not see.

Go where we will, all the world over, we seem to have been there before.

I am an Instrument of Nature.Love is my message.

I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.