Sadness makes you God's prisoner.

Music is everything. God himself is nothing more than an acoustic hallucination.

To live in a saint's heart? I'm afraid of setting the sky ablaze.

...all of the philosophers put together are not worth a single saint.

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

A heart without music is like beauty without melancholy.

Saints live in flames; wise men, next to them.

Consciousness is nature's nightmare.

This world was created from God's fear of solitude. In other words, us, the creatures, have no other meaning but to distract the Creator. Poor clowns of the absolute, we forget that we live dramas for the boredom of a spectator, whose claps have never reached the ears of a mortal.

What am I, other than a chance in the infinite probabilities of not having been!