The dogs are still playing in the yard, but the quarry will not escape them, never mind how fast it is running through the forest already.
‘And then he went back to his job, as though nothing had happened.’ A sentence that strikes one as familiar from any number of stories—though it might not have appeared in any of them.
You can withdraw from the sufferings of the world—that possibility is open to you and accords with your nature—but perhaps that withdrawal is the only suffering you might be able to avoid.
Theoretically, there is one consummate possibility of felicity: to believe in the indestructible in oneself, and then not to go looking for it.
He runs after the facts like someone learning to skate, who furthermore practices where it is dangerous and has been forbidden.
In the struggle between yourself and the world, hold the world’s coat.
Leopards break into the temple and drink all the sacrificial vessels dry; it keeps happening; in the end, it can be calculated in advance and is incorporated into the ritual.
There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.