The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".

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

The true way goes over a line that, rather than spanning heights, is hardly above the ground. It appears more decidedly to make one trip than to be walked along.

The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.

A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.