The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

Man discovers his own wealth when God comes to ask gifts of him.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

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

Those who think to reach God by running away from the world, when and where do they expect to meet him? We are reaching him here in this very spot, now at this very moment.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.