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

No wide road leads to God.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.

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

The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness.

so few in reality are the true necessities of man