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.

We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude's desire.

Perfection is attained, not when no more can be added, but when no more can be removed.

In order to cure a feeling of malaise, you have to throw light on it.

When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.