The tree does not die, it waits.

I have no desire to walk on water," said Siddhartha. "Let the old shamans satisfy themselves with such skills".

What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you're searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don't find the time for finding?

Art is the contemplation of the world in a state of grace.

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Our god's name is Abraxas and he is God and Satan and he contains both the luminous and the dark world.