As you walk, you cut open and create that river bed into which the stream of your descendants shall enter and flow.

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

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Happy the youth who believes that his duty is to remake the world and bring it more in accord with virtue and justice, more in accord with his own heart. Woe to whoever commences his life without lunacy.

Die every day. Be reborn again every day.

Every village has its simpleton, and if one does not exist they invent one to pass the time.

All roads lead to the earth; the abyss leads to God. Jump!