Everyone strives to attain the Law,' answers the man, 'how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?' The doorkeeper perceives that the man is nearing his end and his hearing is failing, so he bellows in his ear: 'No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended for you. I am now going to shut it.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

I never wish to be easily defined.

He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.

I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

The truth is always an abyss.