Knowledge can be conveyed, but not wisdom. It can be found, it can be lived, it is possible to be carried by it, miracles can be performed with it, but it cannot be expressed in words and taught.

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke

For me, however, that beloved, glowing little word happiness has become associated with everything I have felt since childhood upon hearing the sound of the word itself.

In my brain were stored a thousand pictures.

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.

All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?