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

Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, liberating oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being.

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.

The fact that there is nothing but a spiritual world deprives us of hope and gives us certainty.

Nothing, you know, gives the body greater satisfaction than ordering people about, or at least believing in one's ability to do so.

Let me remind you of the old maxim: people under suspicion are better moving than at rest, since at rest they may be sitting in the balance without knowing it, being weighed together with their sins.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought