I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.

Life never presents us with anything which may not be looked upon as a fresh starting point, no less than as a termination.

To understand is nothing, but to be understood-that is the problem and the source of anguish. The soul throbs and would have the other know-but can not and feels isolated. Then come gestures, words, awkward explanations and material symbols for imponderable outbursts of feeling-and the soul despairs.

Believe those who seek the truth, doubt those who find it; doubt all, but do not doubt yourself.

Sin is whatever obscures the soul.

Through fear of resembling one another, through horror of having to submit, through uncertainty as well, through skepticism and complexity, there is a multitude of individual little beliefs for the triumph of strange little individuals.

I find just as much profit in cultivating my hates as my loves.