No wide road leads to God.

The canary is like a man's soul. It sees bars around it, but instead of despairing, it sings.

I loved my body and did not want it to perish; I loved my soul and did not want it to decay. I have fought to reconcile these two primordial forces.

The truth is that we all are one, that all of us together create god, that god is not man's ancestor, but his descendant.

Man hurries, God does not. That is why man's works are uncertain and maimed, while God's are flawless and sure. My eyes welling with tears, I vowed never to transgress this eternal law again. Like a tree I would be blasted by wind, struck by sun and rain, and would wait with confidence; the long-desired hour of flowering and fruit would come.

There is only one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces.

Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.