Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

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

We were expelled from Paradise, but it was not destroyed. The expulsion from Paradise was in one sense a piece of good fortune, for if we had not been expelled, Paradise would have had to be destroyed.

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

If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read? So that it shall make us happy? Good God, we should also be happy if we had no books, and such books as make us happy we could, if need be, write ourselves. But what we must have are those books which come upon us like ill fortune, and distress us deeply, like the death of one we love better than ourselves; like suicide. A book must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.