All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.

Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.

Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.

The cancer of time is eating us away

One thing is certain, that when you die and are resurrected you belong to the earth and whatever is of the earth is yours inalienably. You become an anomaly of nature, a being without shadow; you will never die again but only pass away like the phenomena about you.

Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.