Only The Moment Counts. It Determines Life.

It's Only Because Of Their Stupidity That They're Able To Be So Sure Of Themselves.

Religions Get Lost As People Do.

Faith, Like A Guillotine. As Heavy, As Light.

The Thornbush Is The Old Obstacle In The Road. It Must Catch Fire If You Want To Go Further.

The Observer Of The Soul Cannot Penetrate Into The Soul, But There Doubtless Is A Margin Where He Comes Into Contact With It. Recognition Of This Contact Is The Fact That Even The Soul Does Not Know Of Itself. Hence It Must Remain Unknown. That Would Be Sad Only If There Were Anything Apart From The Soul, But There Is Nothing Else.