Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.

You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

Knowledge, love, power-there is the complete life.

It is by teaching that we teach ourselves, by relating that we observe, by affirming that we examine, by showing that we look, by writing that we think, by pumping that we draw water into the well.

We become actors without realizing it, and actors without wanting to.

Nothing finite is true, is interesting, is worthy to fix my attention. All that is particular is exclusive, and all that is exclusive repels me.