The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

When we stand the truth on its head we generally fail to notice that our head is not standing where it should be standing either.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.

The 'kingdom of Heaven' is a condition of the heart - not something that comes 'upon the earth' or 'after death.'

To become wise you have to want to experience certain experiences, and so to run into their open jaws. This is very dangerous, tobe sure; many a "wise man" has been eaten up in doing so.

It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention.