Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.

There cannot be a personal God without a pessimistic religion. As soon as there is a personal God he is a disappointing God.

Imagination is nostalgia for the past, the absent it is the liquid solution in which art develops the snapshot of reality.

While thoughts exist, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.

Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.