There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.

And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.

What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.