The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God's name is Abraxas.

Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

lucid and quiet his voice hovered above the listeners, like a light, like a starry sky.

Only the ideas that we really live have any value.

He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.

Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.

Love must neither beg nor demand. Love must be strong enough to find certainty within itself. It then cease to be moved and becomes the mover.