Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.