Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard.

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change even more than annihilation.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

I desire that your conjectures should not reach beyond your creative will. Could you create a god? Then do not speak to me of any gods.

Whoever, at any time, has undertaken to build a new heaven has found the strength for it in his own hell.

Even in the lust of knowledge I feel only my will's delight in begetting and becoming; and if there be innocence in my knowledge it is because my procreative will is in it.