We must be holy without holiness. We must be whole, complete. That's being holy. Any other kind of holiness is false, a snare, and a delusion.

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

Remorse is impotence; it will sin again. Only repentance is strong - it can end everything.

We must get going. Tomorrow, tomorrow.

Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.

The City of New York is like an enormous citadel, a modern Carcassonne. Walking between the magnificent skyscrapers one feels the presence on the fringe of a howling, raging mob, a mob with empty bellies, a mob unshaven and in rags.

Example moves the world more than doctrine.