Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.
HERMANN HESSEAll higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.
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I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
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Art is the contemplation of the world in a state of grace.
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The best weapons against the infamies of life are courage, wilfulness and patience. Courage strenthens, wilfulness is fun and patience provides tranquility.
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We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.
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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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The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God’s name is Abraxas.
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I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.
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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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All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.
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Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.
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You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.
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I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.
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Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
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All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.
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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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