01/28'. The mountain laughs at the wind, but it receives the water and the fire that fertilize it.

03/57'. The cloud that flies above the mountains nests in the caverns of the earth, where it nurtures the unique brightness.

21/30'. The little pebble of God is worth infinitely more than all the mountains on earth and all the clouds in the sky. Who shall discover it before the veil is ripped away on the hidden creation?

07/46'. The sage is like a gold nugget hidden in a pocket of salt that is enclosed in a mountain of stone that rises in the middle of the desert.

21/30. A piece of glowing coal is enough to set a mountain of fuel alight, just as a saint is enough to make a multitude of believers germinate, and just as a single son of God is enough to renew and to save exiled creation.

29/30. What a strange harvest, in which we must seek one by one the ears of good corn, drowned in the fields of tares! What a strange quest, in which we must collect a few grains of gold lost in the mountain of dead sand!

08/56'. The sage glories only in being in God; that is to say, he rests and is silent as often as possible, for the union of men in God can only be accomplished on the holy mountain in the unity of restful silence.

24/11. How many withdraw to the holy mountain so as to get to know the imperishable companion, the unfailing friend, the unique Lord of heaven who gives life without mixture?