Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser’s gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyment have been intellectual joys.

One of the things about my ministry is that I have never branded myself as being above the people or superior to people.

It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.

Above the sky, everything is beautiful, but alone. (Au-dessus du ciel, – Tout est beau, mais seul)

The Master doesn’t try to be powerful; thus he is truly powerful. The ordinary man keeps reaching for power; thus he never has enough. The Master does nothing, yet he leaves nothing undone. The ordinary...