madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

The truth is lived, not taught.

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.

I suddenly saw how sad and artificial my life had been during this period, for the loves, friends, habits and pleasures of these years were discarded like badly fitting clothes. I parted from them without pain and all that remained was to wonder that I could have endured them so long.

All interpretation, all psychology, all attempts to make things comprehensible, require the medium of theories, mythologies, and lies.

Only the ideas that we really live have any value.