When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.
— D.H. Lawrence
Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
Life is full of infinite absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true
— Luigi Pirandello
Camus (Youthful Writings)
Our contemporaries are incessantly ranked by two inimical passions; they feel the need to be led and the wish to remain free
— Alexis de Tocqueville (Democracy In America)
‘Happy,’ I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words like Love, that I never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception—especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they’re scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest of a fool to use them with any confidence.
— Hunter. S. Thompson (The Rum Diary)
To know one’s own state is not a simple matter. One cannot look directly at one’s own face with one’s own eyes, for example. One has no choice but to look at one’s reflection in the mirror. Through experience, we come to believe that the image is correct, but that is all.
— Haruki Murakami (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)
Where men are the most sure and arrogant, they are commonly the most mistaken, and have there given reins to passion, without that proper deliberation and suspense, which can alone secure them from the grossest absurdities.
— David Hume (An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Morals)
Like lost children, we live our unfinished adventures.
— Guy Debord (The Society of the Spectacle)
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.
what’s heaven? what’s earth? all in the mind.
— Jack Kerouac (On the Road)