When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

I believe that there was a great age, a great epoch when man did not make war: previous to 2000 B.C. Then the self had not reallybecome aware of itself, it had not separated itself off, the spirit was not yet born, so there was no internal conflict, and hence no permanent external conflict.

Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.

It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.

And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.