Photography concentrates one's eye on the superficial. For that reason it obscures the hidden life which glimmers through the outlines of things like a play of light and shade. One can't catch that even with the sharpest lens.

The Messiah will only come when he is no longer needed.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

It is strange how little sharpsightedness women possess; they only notice whether they please, then whether they arouse pity, and finally, whether you look for compassion from them. That is all; come to think of it, it may even be enough, generally speaking.

The limited circle is pure.

What is meant by its nature for the highest and the best, spreads among the lowly people.