Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.

I have been casting shadows all my life without caring about how deeply they stain my soul.

It is only when we have ceased to be the followers of our followers that we comprehend how meaningless followers are.

All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks, in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.

When our brain feels too weak to deal with our opponent's objections, our heart answers by casting suspicion on their underlying motives.

The small force that it takes to launch a boat into the stream should not be confused with the force of the stream that carries it along: but this confusion appears in nearly all biographies.