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

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

Each man’s life represents a road toward himself.

To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

I live in my dreams — that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference.

Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself.

When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.

Every phenomenon on earth is symbolic, and each symbol is an open gate through which the soul, if it is ready, can enter into the inner part of the world, where you and I and day and night are all one.

Chaos demands to be recognized and experienced before letting itself be converted into a new order.

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.

People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.

What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.

Love must neither beg nor demand. Love must be strong enough to find certainty within itself. It then cease to be moved and becomes the mover.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

Freedom has cost too much blood and agony to be relinquished at the cheap price of rhetoric.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

For in other ways a woman is full of fear, defenseless, dreads the sight of cold steel; but, when once she is wronged in the matter of love, no other soul can hold so many thoughts of blood.

You show me a capitalist, and I’ll show you a bloodsucker.

If you hire people just because they can do a job, they’ll work for your money. But if you hire people who believe what you believe, they’ll work for you with blood and sweat and tears.

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.