Love wants to be confirmed with concrete symbols, but recklessness loves instability.

From a distance the rushing of the torrent delights and uplifts us, but it rocks us in a flimsy boat, we are overwhelmed by despair. The same applies to danger.

Chance arrives unannounced. It emerges, and when it leaves, we are lucky if the changes it has produced are only external.

A love that dies has never lived.

Erroneous views and presumptuousness send a talent to the insane asylum.

Metaphysics must be based on what exists, for it has the task of explicating it.

Do not push so fast ahead, do slow down a bit! Otherwise you won't catch up with yourselves.