Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

Paths are made by walking

Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.

In a way, I was safe writing

Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.