Some books seem like a key to unfamiliar rooms in one’s own castle.

Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.

My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.

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.

Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

In a way, I was safe writing