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

Go as far as you can. Go further than you can!

I said only one word, brought only one message: Love. Love - nothing else.

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

Life on earth means: the sprouting of wings.

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

When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?