What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

People are so constituted that everybody would rather undertake what they see others do, whether they have an aptitude for it or not.

The soul-stirring image of death is no bugbear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.

You don't love if you don't take the beloved's faults for virtues.

A creation of importance can only be produced when its author isolates himself, it is a child of solitude.

It is better to be doing the most insignificant thing than to reckon even a half-hour insignificant.