I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.

Did all this make sense?

What for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd.

The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

You've never lived what you are thinking, and that isn't good. Only the ideas we actually live are of any value.

Passion is always a mystery and unaccountable, and unfortunately there is no doubt that life does not spare its purest children; often it is just the most deserving people who cannot help loving those that destroy them.

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.