The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.

Life's true face is the skull.

How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!

No wide road leads to God.

Each man must have his own special route to lead him to God.

I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.

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!