Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.

There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.

The crows maintain that a single crow could destroy the heavens. There is no doubt of that, but it proves nothing against the heavens, for heaven simply means: the impossibility of crows.

To every instant there is a correspondence in something outside time. This world here and now cannot be followed by a Beyond, for the Beyond is eternal, hence it cannot be in temporal contact with this world here and now.

All language is but a poor translation.