Religions get lost as people do.

If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you're okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don't let them go. People like that are hard to find.

When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.

If education tries to make other persons out of us than we essentially are, deeper inside, it stultifies, and reproach matters.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

The notion of the infinite expanse and copiousness of the cosmos is the result of the mixture, carried to the extreme limit, of laborious creation and free self-determination.