Our way is upward, from the species across to the super-species. But the degenerate mind which says ‘All for me’ is a horror to us.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

And if your friend does evil to you, say to him, ''I forgive you for what you did to me, but how can I forgive you for what you did to yourself?

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.

No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.

You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down because I am exalted.

Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.

You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this- although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'.

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

It is the evening that questions thus from within me.

The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.

Its not enough to just own a camera. Everyone owns a camera. To be a photographer you must understand, appreciate and harness the power you hold!

The spoken word is ephemeral. The written word, eternal. A symphony, timeless.

There's room for all sorts of magic and miracles in this world - that's what I think.

Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe in his mind he's doing the right thing.

I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves, straining in circles of light to find more light until the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs that we follow across a page of fresh snow.

I’ve never had a writer’s block, but still I think: Is it going to happen this time? You never know what you’re going to get; you just put your fingers on the keys and hope.

I don't like being lied to, so I only lie about the stupid things. White lies, basically.

Don't look at the big picture as the only achievement. Start with set, smart goals and work up to something bigger.