Fate and temperament are two words for one and the same concept.
You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.
What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world.
Property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy. They had become a chain and a burden.
Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.
I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.
Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast.
All voices, all goals, all yearnings, all suffering, all pleasure, all that was good and evil, all of this together was the world. All of it together was the flow of events, was the music of life.
All birth means separation from the All, the confinement within limitation, the separation from God, the pangs of being born ever anew. The return into the All, the dissolution of painful individuation, the reunion with God means the expansion of the soul until it is able once more to embrace the All.
A true seeker could not accept any teachings, not if he sincerely wished to find something. But he who had found, could give his approval to every path, every goal; nothing separated him from all of the other thousands who lived in eternity, who breathed the Divine.
Your soul is the whole world.