Logic is immaturity weaving its nets of gossamer wherewith it aims to catch the behemoth of knowledge. Logic is a crutch for the cripple, but a burden for the swift of foot and a greater...

Often you shall think your road impassable, sombre and companionless. Have will and plod along; and round each curve you shall find a new companion.

Less possessing-less possessed.More possessing-more possessed.More possessed-less accessed.Less possessed-more accessed.

All is a riddle to the man who trails a shadow. For that man walks in borrowed light, therefore he stumbles on his shadow.

God is not many. God is one. But many and divers are yet men’s shadows. So long as men cast shadows on the earth, so long as each man’s god no greater than hi shadow....

So think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire upon the sky for all and everything to see. For so, in truth, it is.

The more elaborate his labyrinths, the further from the Sun his face.

How much more infinite a sea is man? Be not so childish as to measure him from head to foot and think you have found his borders.

Ask not of things to shed their veils. Unveil yourselves, and things will be unveiled.