To think things out properly and fairly, a fellow's got to be calm and old and toothless: When you're an old gaffer with no teeth, it's easy to say: 'Damn it, boys, you mustn't bite!' But, when you've got all thirty-two teeth.

I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.

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.

The struggle between God and man breaks out in everyone, together with the longing for reconciliation. Most often this struggle is unconscious and short-lived. A weak soul does not have the endurance to resist the flesh for very long. It grows heavy, becomes flesh itself, and the contest ends. But among responsible men, men who keep their eyes riveted day and night upon the Supreme Duty, the conflict between flesh and spirit breaks out mercilessly and may last until death.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.