I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

Truths may clash without contradicting each other.

If you are to be, you must begin by assuming responsibility. You alone are responsible for every moment of your life, for every one of your acts.

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.

Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs.

I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.