This is love: to fly toward a secret sky to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally to take a step without feet.
Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work...
The highest use of capital is not to make more money but to make money do...
Like a morning dream life becomes more and more bright the longer we live and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
