This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have pronounced my laughter holy.

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.

The thought of suicide is a great source of comfort: with it a calm passage is to be made across many a bad night.

Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.

Every word has its fragrance: there is a harmony and a disharmony of fragrances, and hence of words.

One must first be firmly set in oneself, one must stand securely on one's own two legs otherwise one cannot love at all.

All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.