Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.

That which needs to be proved cannot be worth much.

The greater the obstacle the more glory in overcoming it. - What does not destroy makes me stronger.

Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds – across shallow swamps.

We are in the greatest danger of being run over when we have just gotten out of the way of a carriage.

Talking much about oneself may be a way of hiding oneself.

In truth,there was only one christian and he died on the cross.