I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

For like a poisonous breath over the fields, like a mass of locusts over Egypt, so the swarm of excuses is a general plaque, a ruinous infection among men, that eats off the sprouts of the Eternal.

Just as in the great moment of resignation one does not mediate but chooses, now the task is to gain proficiency in repeating the impassioned choice and, existing, to express it in existence.

This is the miracle of life: that each person who heeds him or herself knows what no scientist can ever know: who he or she is.

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk.

My sorrow is my castle.

For love is exultant when it unites equals, but it is triumphant when it makes that which was unequal equal in love.