My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

Look, one day I had gone to a little village. An old grandfather of ninety was busy planting an almond tree. ‘What, grandfather!’ I exclaimed. ‘Planting an almond tree?’ And he, bent as he was, turned around and said: ‘My son, I carry on as if I should never die.’ I replied: ‘And I carry on as if I was going to die any minute.’ Which of us was right, boss?

Inexperience loves to preach.

Lions and Lambs, love and force, light and fire, good and evil: all things climb the same mountain, the mountain of God.

I was happy, I knew that. While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize - sometimes with astonishment - how happy we had been.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.