He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.

I have known it for a long time but I have only just experienced it. Now I know it not only with my intellect, but with my eyes, with my heart, with my stomach.

If my life were not a dangerous, painful experiment, if I did not constantly skirt the abyss and feel the void under my feet, my life would have no meaning and I would not have been able to write anything.

Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike.

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.

I can think. I can wait. I can fast.

How beautiful the world was when one looked at it, without searching... just looked, simply and innocently.