Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

Anyone who renounces the world must love all men, for he renounces their world too. He thus begins to have some inkling of the true nature of man, which cannot but be loved, always assuming that one is its peer.

There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.

Work as joy, inaccessible to the psychologists.

I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

Writers speak stench.