One has to be very careful not to be domesticated by leading a domestic life.
An undoubted advantage of the children of the spirit over the conceived of flesh and blood, is that they come out quite like what one wanted them to be.
The more we are forgotten about our universal circumstances, the more we attend to particular ones.
To make a martyr of a preacher is to water the seeds that he had sown.
Strange fate that of human being who seeks his reality in time and space, always projected in the beyond, since his destiny is here.
Superior people fall in love with great ideals; inferior people do not even know how to love.
We depend on external distractions in proportion to our internal poverty.
The superior man is the one who possesses moral talent. Intelligence is only edifying if it obeys that talent, otherwise idiocy is preferable, that is, the inability to do evil.
A priori equality arbitrarily establishes an injustice; merit restores justice.
Ah, blessed hope that allows us to possess in the present what belong to the future!
The sage’s distraction does not mean that he is thinking about something else, but that he is not thinking.
Only the present is reality, the rest is a toy of time.
Everything is sacred, the universe is a temple; it is ignorance that desecrate everything.
Equality is a mathematical abstraction, not a moral parameter; this is established by virtues.
Loneliness has been the best companion of my spirit, the writers and artists that I did not know, my best friends.
As long as we do not know what we are losing spiritually, we will continue trying to gain materially.
When we communicate we are no longer there.
Contemplation time is the only one that can stop time.
The wise man reflects the facts in his conscience; the ignorant reflects his self in the facts.
Philosophy, like music, is a whole world that resembles the submarine, in which you have to immerse yourself to understand it.
There is no pleasure in this world comparable with the intelligence of the Intelligence.
The last yardstick to judge a philosophy is that of its popularity.
The real are not things, events or thoughts, but the invisible thread that unites them.
Ingratitude is a double vice, since in the same act that denies the altruism of the other affirms one’s egoism; this act is fatal to the spirit.
The moral mechanism is not understood until it is realized that giving is a gain.
Reason, which only knows about this world, distracts us from the other, which is none other than this.
Nothing remains of us, except our truths.
What is truly unbearable about foolishness is that it adds more suffering to that which is inherent to life.
Living life intensely is being aware that each event, each moment is unrepeatable.
Facing the infinite that surround us and the death that awaits us, inevitably we have to be humble and philosophize.
The free man never forgets his duty, the slave (of his ego) thinks in terms of debts and credits.
Morality is the backbone of the human being, so there is no society that can sustain itself without it.
We are what we live, not the ideas we have of ourselves.
Whenever we seek the mysteries of the soul, we stumble upon de same portico that bears inscribed: ‘Know yourself.’ Before asking the fortune teller we must overcome that obstacle.
Not assuming the tragic and heroic meaning of life is frivolity caused by lack of perception and vitality.
The mechanical ritual is like a useless bureaucracy; without the spirit is like moving mummies.
All that man has to do to be divine is to stop acting like an animal.
The lost Paradise, the golden age that so many mythologies speak of, we can recover at any time because they are in the eternal present.
The nobleman, when his generosity has been repaid with ingratitude, does not hold resentment, only despises.
Ideals are the blood of life, without them we are like cold blooded animals.
The aesthetic phenomenon is indescribable, except through art; this is the raison d’être of art.
Contemplating is not looking at things, but perceiving what underlies them.
Who has not been able to stop his mind, can only have ideas of reality, not the experience of it.
Morality seen from reason is nothing more than a skeleton that, strong as it may be, lacks life.
There is no deeper relationship that one in which the loneliness of our existence is shared.
The essence of life is what one lives, but we spend life thinking, that’s why we are never satisfied with it.
Whenever we cry there is an ego, not always when we laugh there is an ego.