Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

Narrow souls I cannot abide; There's almost no good or evil inside

Christians call it faith ... I call it the herd.

The universe without music would be madness.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

We should be a mirror of being: we are God in miniature.

This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light on the stars requires time; deeds though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.