"Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible," she said, "but that alone doesn't make it true

Atata timp cat nu incetezi s urci, treptele nu se vOr termina; sub pasii tai care urca, ele se vOr inmulti la nesfarsit

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

The true way is along a rope that is not spanned high in the air, but only just above the ground. It seems intended more to cause stumbling than to be walked along.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.