“Money does not smell of the mire whence it came; it has the glorious scent of what will be.”

“If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.”

“Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilisation reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?”

“Know from whence you came. If you know whence you came, there are absolutely no limitations to where you can go.”

“Who knows for certain?Who shall here declare it?Whence was it born, whence came creation?The gods are later thanthis world's formation;Who then can know the origins of the world?None knows whence creation arose;And whether he has or has not made it;He who surveys it from the lofty skies.Only he knows-or perhaps he knows not.”

“My nostrils smell, but not to you. Oh, they have no odor, unless you count the scent of nostalgia, which is what they always smell like.”