God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.

Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished.

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.

As long as there are flowers and children and birds in the world, have no fears: everything will be fine.

All roads lead to the earth; the abyss leads to God. Jump!

so few in reality are the true necessities of man

How does the light of a star set out and plunge into black eternity in its immortal course? The star dies, but the light never dies; such also is the cry of freedom.