The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.

He who is not a bird should not build his nest over abysses.

Let us not underestimate the privileges of the mediocre. As one climbs higher, life becomes ever harder, the coldness increases, responsibility increases.

Is man God's biggest blunder, or is man's God?

But eternal liveliness is what counts: what does "eternal life" matter, or life at all?

On the rare occasions when our dreams succeed and achieve perfection - most dreams are bungled - the are symbolic chains of scene and images in place of a narrative poetic language; they circumscribe our experiences or expectations or situations with such poetic boldness and decisiveness that in the morning we are always amazed when we remember our dreams.

One should part from life as Odysseus parted from Nausicaa-blessing it rather than in love with it.