Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too young—so have patience with it!

To have and to want more that is life.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

When one has finished building one's house, one suddenly realizes that in the process one has learned something that one really needed to know in the worst way - before one began.

He who bestows something great receives no gratitude; for in accepting it the recipient has already been weighed down too much.

I too have been in the underworld, as was Odysseus, and I will often be there again; not only sheep have I sacrificed so as to beable to speak with a few dead souls, but neither have I spared my own blood as well.

The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime movement, a sacred Yes.