Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

A phenomenon often seen. A sceptic adhering to a believer; that is as simple as the law of the complementary colours. What we lack attracts us. Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.

Those who always pray are necessary to those who never pray.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.