Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.

Marriage is the clue to human life, but there is no marriage apart from the wheeling sun and the nodding earth, from the strayingof the planets and the magnificence of the fixed stars.

Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

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

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?