I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! "Uniform" one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide!

What do you plan to do in the land of the sleepers? You have been floating in a sea of solitude, and the sea has borne you up. At long last, are you ready for dry land? Are you ready to drag yourself ashore?

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.

Do you want to have an easy life? Then always stay with the herd and lose yourself in the herd.

The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.

Immature is the love of the youth, and immature his hatred of man and earth. His mind and the wings of his spirit are still tied down and heavy.