Where I live, everything is very small.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

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.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.

Once men are caught up in an event, they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.

In order to cure a feeling of malaise, you have to throw light on it.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born. It would be a bit too easy if we could go about borrowing ready-made souls.