Die every day. Be reborn again every day.

Reach what you cannot

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

Inexperience loves to preach.

He who is invisible sees more clearly, hears more clearly, and is better able to read the thoughts of men.

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?

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