Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

One could laugh at the world better if it didn't mix tender kindliness with its brutality.

Necessary, forever necessary, to burn out false shames and smelt the heaviest ore of the body into purity.

You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.

An illusion which is a real experience is worth having.

They wanted genuine intimacy, but they could not get even normally near to anyone, because they scorned to take the first steps, they scorned the triviality which forms common human intercourse.

It is not woman who claims the highest in man. It is a man's own religious soul that drives him on beyond women, to his supreme activity. For his highest, man is responsible to God alone.