Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

He listens well who takes notes.

The more perfect a thing the more it feels good and evil.

Salvation must grow out of understanding, total understanding can follow only from total experience, and experience must be won by the laborious discipline of shaping one's absolute attention.

Let us go, for the length of our journey demands it.