All religions are like precious pearls strung on the golden thread of divinity.

Delirium tremens in a drunk alcoholic are an unmistakable symptom, but those intoxicated with theories are easily mistaken for geniuses.

When consciousness has awakened it is not something sensational or spectacular. It's simply a reality as natural as the one of a tree that has growth slowly and developed without starts or sensational stuffs. Nature is Nature.

Death is the return to the beginning of the same life with the possibility of repeating it again.

A hard word follows us and later falls upon him who pronounced it, like a ray of vengeance.

The hour has arrived to abandon theories and go directly to what is practical.

In order to walk the path of the edge of the penknife the patience of the Saint Job is needed. In order to walk the path of the edge of the penknife the tenacity of the well tempered steel is needed.