Inexperience loves to preach.

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

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.

Be always restless, unsatisfied, unconforming. Whenever a habit becomes convenient, smash it! The greatest sin of all is satisfaction.

Every village has its simpleton, and if one does not exist they invent one to pass the time.

Only after I've seen the visible can I imagine what the invisible is.

As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That's the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.