The most welcome joke to me is the one that takes the place of a heavy, not altogether innocuous thought, at once a cautionary hint of the finger and a flash of the eye.

Those with very loud voices in their throats are nearly incapable of thinking subtle thoughts.

How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

Our destiny rules over us, even when we are not yet aware of it; it is the future that makes laws for our today.

Instruments and playthings are sense and spirit: behind them there is still the Self. The Self seeketh with the eyes of the senses, it hearkeneth also with the ears of the spirit.

The word 'Christianity' is already a misunderstanding - in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.