All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.

No limits are set to the ascent of man, and to each and everyone the highest stands open. Here it is only your personal choice that decides.

Mundus vult decipi: the world wants to be deceived.

One should hallow all that one does in one's natural life. One eats in holiness, tastes the taste of food in holiness, and the table becomes an altar. One works in holiness, and raises up the sparks which hide themselves in all tools. One walks in holiness across the fields, and the soft songs of all herbs, which they voice to God, enter into the song of our soul.

Nothing can doom man but the belief in doom, for this prevents the movement of return.

To him who knows how to read the legend, it conveys more truth than the chronicle.

But it can also happen, if will and grace are joined, that as I contemplate the tree I am drawn into a relation, and the tree ceases to be an It. . . . Does the tree then have consciousness, similar to our own? I have no experience of that. But thinking that you have brought this off in your own case, must you again divide the indivisible? What I encounter is neither the soul of a tree nor a dryad, but the tree itself.