Faith is a bird that can see the light when it is dawn and starts singing in the dark.

One who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such a one may seem happy, may seem a saint, his single track mind may impress the multitude with its power - but he is ill equipped for life's true adventure into the infinite.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.