There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.

Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.

Of course you don't die. Nobody dies. Death doesn't exist. You only reach a new level of vision, a new realm of consciousness, a new unknown world.

Leave out the parts that readers tend to skip.

Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.

I have found God, but he is insufficient.

There are moments when the elixir of life rises to such over−brimming splendor that the soul spills over. In the seraphic smile of the Madonnas the soul is seen to flood the psyche. The moon of the face becomes full; the equation is perfect. A minute, a half−minute, a second later, the miracle has passed. Something intangible , something inexplicable, was given out-and received.