All language is but a poor translation.

Only our concept of time makes it possible for us to speak of the Day of Judgment by that name in reality it is a summary court in perpetual session.

Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

If what was supposed to have been destroyed in Paradise was destructible, then it was not decisive; but if it was indestructible, then we are living in a false belief.

sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

The truth is always an abyss.