At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.

The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

The fact that there is nothing but a spiritual world deprives us of hope and gives us certainty.

First impressions are always unreliable.

The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.