When You Reread Your Journal You Find

The Soul Of Man, Left To Its Own Natural Level, Is A Potentially Lucid Crystal Left In Darkness. It Is Perfect In Its Own Nature, But It Lacks Something That It Can Only Receive From Outside And Above Itself. But When The Light Shines In It, It Becomes In A Manner Transformed Into Light And Seems To Lose Its Nature In The Splendor Of A Higher Nature, The Nature Of The Light That Is In It.

A Man Searching For Enlightenment Is Like A Man Sitting On An Ass In Search Of An Ass

Peace Demands The Most Heroic Labor And The Most Difficult Sacrifice.

For The Ones Who Are Called Saints By Human Opinion On Earth May Very Well Be Devils, And Their Light May Very Well Be Darkness

Our Whole Life Is A Meditation Of Our Last Decision - The Only Decision That Matters.