The man who sweats under his mask, whose role makes him itch with discomfort, who hates the division in himself, is already beginning to be free.

The most awful tyranny is that of the proximate Utopia where the last sins are currently being eliminated and where, tomorrow, there will be no more sins because all the sinners will have been wiped out.

And that is why the man who wants to see clearly, before he will believe, never starts on the journey.

Here is an unspeakable secret: paradise is all around us and we do not understand.

The end of the world will be legal.

How do you expect to arrive at the end of your own journey if you take the road to another man's city?

One has to be alone, under the sky, Before everything falls into place and one finds his or her own place in the midst of it all. We have to have the humility to realize ourselves as part of nature.