If happiness always depends on something expected in the future, we are chasing a will-o’-the-wisp that ever eludes our grasp, until the future, and ourselves, vanish into the abyss of death.

the best pleasures are those for which we do not plan,

it is of little use to us to be able to remember and predict if it makes us unable to live fully in the present.

sorry-go-round.

When each moment becomes an expectation life is deprived of fulfillment,

Furthermore, the growth of an acute sense of the past and the future gives us a correspondingly dim sense of the present.

there is no “you” apart from what you sense, feel, and know.

Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself.

the desire for security and the feeling of insecurity are the same thing. To hold your breath is to lose your breath.