Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

There is a goal but no way; what we call the way is mere wavering.

I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

Everyone strives to attain the Law,' answers the man, 'how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?' The doorkeeper perceives that the man is nearing his end and his hearing is failing, so he bellows in his ear: 'No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended for you. I am now going to shut it.

In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.