Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one.
HERMANN HESSETheory is knowledge that doesn’t work. Practice is when everything works and you don’t know why.
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When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
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Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
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Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.
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Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.
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He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.
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Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke.
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Madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom.
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I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
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Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.
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Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.
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God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life.
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The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.
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The river is everywhere.
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A man who is ill-adjusted to the world is always on the verge of finding himself. One who is adjusted to the world never finds himself, but gets to be a cabinet minister.
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Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.
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