Yet where is your inner value when you no longer know what it is to breathe freely; when you no longer have freedom over your own selves

The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime movement, a sacred Yes.

The small force that it takes to launch a boat into the stream should not be confused with the force of the stream that carries it along: but this confusion appears in nearly all biographies.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

Everything good is the transmutation of something evil: every god has a devil for a father.

Men subsequently put whatever is newly learned or experienced to use as a plowshare, perhaps even as a weapon: but women immediately include it among their ornaments.