You have told me, O God, to believe in hell. But you have forbidden me to think...of any man as damned

The only way forward is in the direction of a common passion, for nothing in the universe can ultimately resist the cumulative ardor of the collective soul.

It doesn't matter if the water is cold or warm if you're going to have to wade through it anyway.

Truth has to appear only once, in one single mind, for it to be impossible for anything ever to prevent it from spreading universally and setting everything ablaze.

Everything that rises must converge.

Today, something is happening to the whole structure of human consciousness. A fresh kind of life is starting. Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world are seeking each other, so that the world may come into being.

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.