I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their happiness or satisfaction. Yet true happiness comes from a sense of inner peace and contentment, which in turn must be achieved through the cultivation of altruism, of love and compassion and elimination of ignorance, selfishness and greed.
One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pinprick, but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.
Happiest are the people who give most happiness to others.
Yes, when you see for the first time, a great laughter arises in you, the laughter about the whole ridiculousness of your misery, the laughter about the whole foolishness of your problems, the laughter about the whole absurdity of your suffering.
I wouldn't say I was a born writer; I'm a born thinker.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again.
Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain.
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia.
He stretched his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all."
I never had any hesitation or regrets in this sense. My life has been enriched by excellent human relations, work and interests. I have never felt lonely.