Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

We were expelled from Paradise, but it was not destroyed. The expulsion from Paradise was in one sense a piece of good fortune, for if we had not been expelled, Paradise would have had to be destroyed.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

Follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.

Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.