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

Life on earth means: the sprouting of wings.

The only way to save yourself is to endeavor to save others.

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

All the political, social, and economic improvements, all the technical progress cannot have any regenerating significance, so long as our inner life remains as it is at present. The more the intelligence unveils and violates the secrets of Nature, the more the danger increases and the heart shrinks.

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

Before me is the abyss. How can I leap across it? And if I do not leap, how shall I ever be able to reach God?