He who cannot give anything away cannot feel anything either.

All truths are bloody truths to me.

...one can speak with the utmost clearness, and yet not be heard by anyone.

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

No, life has not disappointed me. On the contrary, I find it truer, more desirable and mysterious every year -- ever since the day when the great liberator came to me: the idea that life could be an experiment of the seeker for knowledge -- and not a duty, not a calamity, not trickery.