All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle
One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.
I wish to be at any time hereafter only a yea-sayer!
"Body am I, and soul" - so saith the child. And why should one not speak like children?
The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.
Every day I count wasted in which there has been no dancing.