The hour when you say, "What does my happiness matter? It is poverty and filth, and a wretched complacency. Yet my happiness should justify existence itself!

Faith actually moves no mountains, but instead raises them up where there were none before.

Ah, there are so many things betwixt heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed!

Three metamorphoses of the spirit I relate to you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.

Style ought to prove that one believes in an idea; not only that one thinks it but also feels it.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

Creating-that is the great salvation from suffering, and life's alleviation. But for the creator to appear, suffering itself is needed, and much transformation.