Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God.

A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him. And the things the young man says are very rarely poetry.

The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.

We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.