Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy

I am no man, I am dynamite.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives acts and experiences otherwise than we do?

Our knowledge will take its revenge on us, just as ignorance exacted its revenge during the Middle Ages.

At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.

Learn to see - accustoming the eye to calm, to patience, to letting-things-come-to-it; learning to defer judgment, to encircle and encompass the question on all sides.

What is bad? All that proceeds from weakness