I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

Religions get lost as people do.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.

Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty.

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.

He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.