The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.

In a certain sense the Good is comfortless.

In man's struggle against the world, bet on the world.

It's sometimes quite astonishing that a single, average life is enough to encompass so much that it's at all possible ever to have any success in one's work here.

Two tasks at the beginning of your life: to narrow your orbit more and more, and ever and again to check whether you are not in hiding somewhere outside your orbit.

One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible, and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.

I carry the bars within me.