I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.

Man is an exception, whatever else he is. If he is not the image of God, then he is a disease of the dust. If it is not true that a divine being fell, then we can only say that one of the animals went entirely off its head.

But we try to pretend, you see, that the external world exists altogether independently of us.

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

From wonder into wonder existence opens.

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.

Our existence is beyond our explanation, whether we believe in God or we have religion or we’re atheist. Our existence is beyond our understanding. No one has an answer.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

Relationships are like traffic lights. And I just have this theory that I can only exist in a relationship if it’s a green light.

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.

Every living being is an engine geared to the wheelwork of the universe. Though seemingly affected only by its immediate surrounding, the sphere of external influence extends to infinite distance.

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?

There may not be one Truth – there may be several truths – but saying that is not to say that reality doesn’t exist.

Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.

We inhabit a universe that is characterized by diversity.

I intend to live forever, or die trying.

Enlightenment is always there. Small enlightenment will bring great enlightenment. If you breathe in and are aware that you are alive – that you can touch the miracle of being alive – then that is a kind of enlightenment.

A church is a place in which gentlemen who have never been to heaven brag about it to persons who will never get there.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

It’s possible – you can never know – that the universe exists only for me. If so, it’s sure going well for me, I must admit.

If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe, then I’d have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.

All knowledge or form conception is evoked through the medium of the eye, either in response to disturbances directly received on the retina or to their fainter secondary effects and reverberations. Other sense organs can only call forth feelings which have no reality of existence and of which no conception can be formed.

Everybody believes in something and everybody, by virtue of the fact that they believe in something, uses that something to support their own existence.

All books are divisible into two classes, the books of the hour, and the books of all time.

The universe is not indifferent to our existence – it depends on it.

Nothing in the universe is contingent, but all things are conditioned to exist and operate in a particular manner by the necessity of the divine nature.

Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.

If you were to destroy the belief in immortality in mankind, not only love but every living force on which the continuation of all life in the world depended, would dry up at once.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.

Certain defects are necessary for the existence of individuality.

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre. All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.

I’m an atheist, and the concept of god for me is all part of what I call ‚the last illusion.‘ The last illusion is someone knows what is going on. Nearly everyone has that illusion somewhere, and it manifests not only in the terms of the idea that there is a god but that it knows what’s going on but that the planets know what’s going on.

I don’t pretend to understand the Universe – it’s a great deal bigger than I am.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can’t vent any anger against them; I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence.

The immortality of the soul is a matter which is of so great consequence to us and which touches us so profoundly that we must have lost all feeling to be indifferent about it.

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.

Each day brings opportunity for decisions for eternity.

There’s place and means for every man alive.

The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution – this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

If we do discover a complete theory, it should be in time understandable in broad principle by everyone. Then we shall all, philosophers, scientists, and just ordinary people be able to take part in the discussion of why we and the universe exist.

Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.

There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.

Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.

Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.

We think we have solved the mystery of creation. Maybe we should patent the universe and charge everyone royalties for their existence.

The older I get, the more important the eternal becomes to me personally.

The wise use of your freedom to make your own decisions is crucial to your spiritual growth, now and for eternity.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

My music will go on forever. Maybe it’s a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever.

It has been discovered that all the world is made of the same atoms, that the stars are of the same stuff as ourselves. It then becomes a question of where our stuff came from. Not just where did life come from, or where did the earth come from, but where did the stuff of life and of the earth come from?

Property is intended to serve life, and no matter how much we surround it with rights and respect, it has no personal being. It is part of the earth man walks on. It is not man.

The highest proof of the spirit is love. Love the eternal thing which can already on earth possess as it really is.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?