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Man Looks for the Miracle (11)

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses. For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to ac...
Tropic of Cancer

The World is a Tale (12)

There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all i...
The Crossing

Anything is Possible (13)

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a med...
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

We Are All the Same (14)

Whether one is rich or poor, educated or illiterate, religious or nonbelieving, man or woman, black, white, or brown, we are all the same. Physically, emotionally, and mentally, we are all equal. We ...
Toward a True Kinship of Faiths: How the World's Religions Can Come Together

We Are Wrong (15)

You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon...
American Pastoral

Mas as a Weak, Selfish and Cowardly Creature (16)

He had also learned that the sick and unfortunate are far more receptive to traditional magic spells and exorcisms than to sensible advice; that people more readily accept affliction and outward pena...
The Glass Bead Game

Time is not Real (17)

But the world itself, what exists around us and inside of us, is never one-sided. A person or an act is never entirely Sansara or entirely Nirvana, a person is never entirely holy or entirely sinful....
Siddhartha

To See the World Shine (18)

I had grown accustomed to living within myself. I was resigned to the knowledge that I had lost all appreciation of the outside world, that the loss of its bright colors was an inseparable part of th...
Demian

Mere Letters and Words (19)

I believe... that the petal of a flower or a tiny worm on the path says far more, contains far more than all the books in the library. One cannot say very much with mere letters and words. Sometimes ...
Narcissus and Goldmund

Our Homesickness (20)

Our leaders strain every nerve and with success, to get the next war going, while the rest of us, meanwhile, dance the fox trot, earn money and eat chocolates...And perhaps...it has always been the s...
Steppenwolf
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