Book: While we are individuals not found. Page 4

Works and disease is a consolation, which the gods we did not take.

... how cruel the gods are. From them there is no salvation in the dream, nor in madness, for they have power even over our dreams. Moreover, it was then that they gain over us ultimate power. To escape from their power (if at all) possible only to those who lead a sober way of life, always keeps a clear mind, constantly working. Such a person does not listen to the music and not looking too closely nor on the earth nor in the heavens and (it in the first place) never experiencing any love or affection.

No creatures, gathered in a herd, do not make such a disgusting noise, like people.

We hugged one last time. Happy are those whose life had no such arms.

Things themselves are neither bad nor good - we just perceived them as such.

The whole world is one village, and the sage in him never banished.

Friends should not infringe upon the freedom of each other.

Today I have to meet with evil people, cowards and liars, envious and drunkards. They are, because they do not know how to distinguish good from evil. Them, not me waiting for an evil fate. Therefore, I should feel sorry for them...

On his part it would be more honest to tell me that the boat is sinking before inviting a ride.

I know perfectly well why the gods do not speak to us openly. Until we learned to speak, why they should listen to our mindless babbling? Until we found individuals, how can they meet us face to face?