“Mystery is never more than a mirage that vanishes as we draw near to look at it.”

The sin of smiling whilst Louise was weeping, the sin of shedding my own tears and not hers. The sin of being another being.

One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

To will oneself moral and to will oneself free are one and the same decision.

She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.

Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.

To be oneself, simply oneself, is so amazing and utterly unique an experience that it’s hard to convince oneself so singular a thing happens to everybody.

The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.

Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms.

Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.

People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.

There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.

When you stubbornly give one man a chance, you arbitrarily deny it to another one.

Self-consciousness is not knowledge but a story one tells about oneself.

Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.

One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior.

Counselling man to treat her as a slave while persuading her that she is a queen.

Forgiveness is a mystical act, not a reasonable one.

What a joyous mystery is your presence within me, in that intimate sanctuary of my soul where I can always find you, even when I do not feel your presence.

The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.

You’re shaking … so am I. It’s because of Jerusalem, isn’t it? One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That’s one of its mysteries.

The Feminine force of life is often too wise for the Masculine’s need to know: The mysterious energy of the evolving cosmos is always superior to our temporary scientific notions about it.

The magic is in the mystery.

When we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen… Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose.

It is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.