The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

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

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

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

You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go.

This, I thought, is how great visionaries and poets see everything- as if for the first time. Each morning they see a new world before their eyes; they do not really see it, they create it.

You can knock on a deaf man's door forever.