Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.

What sets us against one another is not our aims - they all come to the same thing - but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.

When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.

Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.

No one has tamed you and you haven't tamed anyone.Your'e the way my fox was. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I've made him my friend, and now he's the only fox in the world.

The Beauty of the Mountain is hidden for all those who try to discover it from the top, supposing that, one way or an other, one can reach this place directly. The Beauty of the Mountain reveals only to those who climbed it.

Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?