It goes against the grain for me to do what so often happens, to speak inhumanly about the great as if a few millennia were an immense distance. I prefer to speak humanly about it, as if it happened yesterday, and let only the greatness itself be the distance.

The door to happiness opens outward.

I would rather be a swineherd, understood by the swine, than a poet misunderstood by men.

The task must be made difficult, for only the difficult inspires the noble-hearted.

It is very important in life to know when your cue comes.

It is so hard to believe because it is so hard to obey.

I found I had less and less to say, until finally, I became silent, and began to listen. I discovered in the silence, the voice of God