For existential mathematics, which does not exist, would probably propose this equation: the value of coincidence equals the degree of its improbability.

Yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close your eyes!

Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

We can never establish with certainty what part of our relations with others is the result of our emotions - love, antipathy, charity, or malice - and what part is predetermined by the constant power play among individuals.

The rediscovered path, where were left the traces of childhood's lost steps.

For the body is temporal and thought is eternal and the shimmering essence of flame is an image of thought.

The more vast the amount of time we've left behind us, the more irresistible is the voice calling us to return to it.