Intoxicating joy is it for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, did the world once seem to me.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality.

Do not be deceived! The busiest people harbor the greatest weariness, their restlessness is weakness--they no longer have the capacity for waiting and idleness.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

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.

In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.