The mysteries of faith are degraded if they are made into an object of affirmation and negation, when in reality they should be an object of contemplation.

A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.

Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be attained only by someone who is detached

When I think of the Crucifixion, I commit the sin of envy.

Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.

Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be obtained only by someone who is detached.