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

No wide road leads to God.

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

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.

Never in my life have I feared death as much as I feared that resurrection.

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?

In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.