Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.

Within this arena, which grows more stable night after day, generations work and love and hope and vanish. New generations tread on the corpses of their fathers, continue the work above the abyss and struggle to tame the dread mystery. How? By cultivating a single field, by kissing a woman, by studying a stone, an animal, an idea.

Before me is the abyss. How can I leap across it? And if I do not leap, how shall I ever be able to reach God?

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

When everyone drowns and I'm the only one to escape, God is protecting me. When everyone else is saved and I'm the only one to drown, God is protecting me then too.

Lions and Lambs, love and force, light and fire, good and evil: all things climb the same mountain, the mountain of God.

Good Lord, how can the rich bear to die?