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

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path. . .

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

Avoid pulpits, platforms, stages and pedestals. Keep to the hard ground. It is the only way you can judge your approximate status as a man.

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.

I love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were one word: Wakeup.

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.