The ultimate, most holy form of theory is action.

I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.

Ah, if you could dance all that you've just said, then I'd understand.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

You can knock on a deaf man's door forever.

I say one thing, you write another, and those who read you understand still something else! I say: cross, death, kingdom of heaven, God...and what do you understand? Each of you attaches his own suffering, interests and desires to each of these sacred words, and my words disappear, my soul is lost. I can't stand it any longer!

How simple and frugal a thing is happiness.