...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

If one uses one's intellect to become master over the unlimited emotions, it may produce a sorry and diversionary effect upon the intellect.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding

Marriages that made out of love (so-called "love-matches") have error as their father and misery (necessity) as their mother.

Light for some time to come will have to be called darkness.

Lying very still and thinking very little is the most inexpensive medicine for all the sicknesses of the soul, and when administered with good intentions it grows more and more pleasant with each passing hour.

In a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.