He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships become newly born. Each one was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that is transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time stood between one face and another.

I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.

A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginning and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.

Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap.

In any case, the most lively young people become the best old people, not those who pretend to be as wise as grandfathers while they are still at school.

You must find your dream, then the way becomes easy.

Who travels far will often see things Far removed from what was believed as Truth.