“All higher humor begins with ceasing to take oneself seriously.”

You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.

Every experience has its element of magic.

As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.

Faith and doubt go hand in hand, they are complementaries. One who never doubts will never truly believe.

Art is the contemplation of the world in a state of grace.

Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.

I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.

Loneliness is the way by which destiny endeavors to lead man to himself.

Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.

Life is waiting everywhere, the future is flowering everywhere, but we only see a small part of it and step on much of it with our feet

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke.

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

We broke through the feminine mystique and women who were wives, mothers and housewives began to find themselves as people. That didn’t mean they stopped, or had to stop, being mothers, wives or even liking their homes.

Let’s begin creating miracles now.

The peoples of the Mediterranean began to emerge from barbarism when they learned to cultivate the olive and the vine.

The moment we begin to celebrate ourselves and focus on our successes is the moment we begin living.

When you choose to perceive Love over fear, life begins to flow.

When one begins to think about it, America depends rather heavily on women’s passive dependence, their femininity. Femininity, if one still wants to call it that, makes American women a target and a victim of the sexual sell.

Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning—at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete.

When she stopped conforming to the conventional picture of femininity she finally began to enjoy being a woman.