We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things - metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.

I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.

He who has always spared himself much will in the end become sickly of so much consideration. Praised be what hardens!

If a woman seeks education it is probably because her sexual apparatus is malfunctioning.

Quidquid luce fuit tenebris agit: but also the other way around. What we experience in dreams, so long as we experience it frequently, is in the end just as much a part of the total economy of our soul as anything we "really" experience: because of it we are richer or poorer, are sensitive to one need more or less, and are eventually guided a little by our dream-habits in broad daylight and even in the most cheerful moments occupying our waking spirit.

One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

How do you expect to learn to dance when you have not even learned to walk! And above the dancer is still the flyer and his bliss.