It is to escape the responsibility for failure that the weak so eagerly throw themselves into grandiose undertakings.

Our quarrel with the world is an echo of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.

Our credulity is greatest concerning the things we know least about. And since we know least about ourselves, we are ready to believe all that is said about us. Hence the mysterious power of both flattery and calumny.

It is the pull of opposite poles that stretches souls. And only stretched souls make music.

When we believe ourselves in possession of the only truth, we are likely to be indifferent to common everyday truths.