Fill your bowl to the brim
And it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife
And it will blunt.
Chase after money and security
And your heart will never unclench.
Care about people’s approval
And you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.
— 9, Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu, trans S. Mitchell
"He whirled, strode back down the passage to the Great Hall. Memories rolled in his mind like the toothless mutterings of old women. He remembered open water and waves — days of grass instead of sand — dazed summers that had whipped past him like windstorm leaves.
I’m getting old, he thought. I’ve felt the cold hand of my mortality. And in what? An old woman’s greed.”
— Frank Herbert, Dune
— Georges Bataille, Inner Experience, translated by Leslie Anne Boldt. (via bujnowski)
Pour jouir du plaisir de te mieux insulter"
— Le Marquis de Sade (à propos de Dieu), La Vérité (via excentriciteconcentrique)