He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.

All this had always been and he had never seen it; he was never present. Now he was present and belonged to it. Through his eyes he saw light and shadows; through his mind he was aware of moon and stars.

To recognize causes is to think, and through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.

I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams -- like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.

Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?

To nobody can you communicate in words and teachings, what happened to you in your hour of enlightenment.

The opposite of every truth is just as true.