What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

With the strength of his spiritual sight and insight the distance, and as it were the space, around man continually expands: his world grows deeper, ever new stars, ever new images and enigmas come into view.

He who knows himself to be profound endeavors to be clear; he who would like to appear profound to the crowd endeavors to be obscure.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

One should steal only where one cannot rob.