You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at itself and exploring itself.
When we survey our lives and endeavors we soon observe that almost the whole of our actions and desires are bound up with the existence of other human beings.
When we dead awaken… We see that we have never lived.[Når vi døde vaagner… Vi ser, at vi aldrig har levet.]
When someone wants a sheep, that proves he exists.[translation by Richard Howard]If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.[translation by Katherine Woods][Quand on veut un mouton, c’est la preuve qu’on existe.]
What you do is what the whole universe is doing at the place you call “here and now,” and you are something the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is something that the whole ocean is doing.
What you are basically – deep, deep down and far, far in – is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
What is significant in one’s own existence one is hardly aware, and it certainly should not bother the other fellow. What does a fish know about the water in which he swims all his life?
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.
What if nothing exists and we’re all in somebody’s dream?
We’re here because we’re here because we’re here because we’re here.
We should regret that failure, for existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.[Le regretterions car l’existence n’a guère d’intérêt que dans les journées où la poussière des réalités est mêlée de sable magique.]
