Ta svet je lep, če nekomu nekaj daš. Ta svet je lep, če nekoga rad imaš, če stisneš roko komu, ki ga kaj boli. Ta svet je lep, če si človek do ljudi.
"Rabbit's clever", said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
If I am what I have and if I lose what I have who then am I?
The psychic task which a person can and must set for himself is not to feel secure, but to be able to tolerate insecurity.
If other people do not understand our behaviour - so what? Their request that we must only do what they understand is an attempt to dictate to us. If this is being 'asocial' or 'irrational' in their eyes, so be it. Mostly they resent our freedom and our courage to be ourselves. We owe nobody an explanation or an accounting, as long as our acts do not hurt or infringe on them. How many lives have been ruined by this need to 'explain', which usually implies that the explanation be 'understood', i.e., approved. Let your deeds be judged, and from your deeds your real intentions, but know that a free person owes an explanation only to himself - to his reason and his conscience - and to the few who may have a justified claim for explanation.
It takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.
Ampak ljudje, ljudje se ne trudijo. Ljudje radi pupajo, papajo, mehko se otrebijo in trdo vtikajo, oprostite.