Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

Everything is worthwhile if the soul is not small.

We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.

I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.

The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.