There is no way; we make the road by walking it.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

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

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.

All our efforts must tend towards light.

There is no way; we make the road by walking it.