What do you think?
Rate this book


222 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1963
p.3 "Never measure the height of a mountain, until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was."There was a time when the priest walked down my aisle while I was holding this book. Maybe he was wondering if I was reading a smut inside the church, while waiting for the mass to start or while waiting for my daughter to come out from the projection room. Maybe the good priest recognized the book even if he was younger than me. If he did, well, good for him as well as for many others who have read this book. Well worth the time.
p.70 "Is your disgust at your emptiness to be the only life with which you fill it?"
p.88 "During a working day, which is real only in God, the only poetry which can be real to you is the kind which makes you become real under God: only then is the poetry real for you, the art true. You no longer have time for - pastimes."
p.89 "Prayer, crystallized in words, assign a permanent wave length on which the dialogue has to be continued, even when our mind is occupied with other matters."

“Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.”
“Never, for the sake of peace and quiet, deny your own experience or convictions.”
“How can you expect to keep your powers of hearing when you never want to listen? That God should have time for you; you seem to take as much for granted as that you cannot have time for Him.”
“Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.”
“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.”
“The longest journey is the journey inward.”
“It is nobler to give yourself completely to one individual than to labor diligently for the salvation of the masses.”
“The road,
You shall follow it.
The fun,
You shall forget it.
The cup,
You shall empty it.
The pain,
You shall conceal it.
The truth,
You shall be told it.
The end,
You shall endure it.
"How ridiculous, this need of yours to communicate! Why should it mean so much to you that at least one person has seen the inside of your life? Why should you write down all this, for yourself, to be sure - perhaps, though, for others as well?"
"You ask yourself if these notes are not, after all, false to the very Way they are intended to mark. These notes? - They were signposts you began to set up after you had reached a point where you needed them, a fixed point that was on no account to be lost sight of. And so they have remained. But your life has changed, and now you reckon with possible readers, even, perhaps, hope for them. Still, perhaps it may be of interest to somebody to learn about a path about which the traveler who was committed to it did not wish to speak while he was alive. Perhaps - but only if what you write has an honesty with no trace of vanity or self-regard."