Only he who is man enough will release the woman in woman.

Some people appear to be more meager in talent than they are, just because the tasks they set themselves are always too great.

Envy and jealousy are the private parts of the human soul. Perhaps the comparison can be extended.

But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?

And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.

The unlucky hand dealt to clear and precise writers is that people assume they are superficial and so do not go to any trouble inreading them: and the lucky hand dealt to unclear ones is that the reader does go to some trouble and then attributes the pleasure he experiences in his own zeal to them.

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.