“And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!”

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.

The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.

Faith moves mountains, but only knowledge moves them to the right place.

A faithful friend is a strong defense; And he that hath found him hath found a treasure.

Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.

All he asks is that we trust Him, that we stand before Him in integrity and faith. God is just waiting for us to trust Him.

Having a true faith is the most difficult thing in the world. Many will try to take it from you.

In India, one has to have faith in equity. What are the alternatives – real estate, debt? If debt can give you 6 percent, equity can give you 15 percent.

The Deist needs none of those tricks and shows called miracles to confirm his faith, for what can be a greater miracle than the creation itself, and his own existence?