How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.

It is not in how one soul approaches another but in how it withdraws that I knowr its affinity and solidarity with the other.

And as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.

When there is a choice about it, a great sacrifice is preferable to a small sacrifice, because we compensate ourselves for a greatone with self-admiration, which is not possible with a small one.

Wisdom sets bounds even to knowledge.

Every power draws its ultimate consequences at every moment.