There is always some madness in love.

Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.

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

One does not hate so long as one continues to rate low, but only when one has come to rate equal or higher.

To regard states of distress in general as an objection, as something which must be abolished is the greatest nonsense on earth; having the most disastrous consequences, fatally stupid- almost as stupid as a wish to abolish bad weather - out of pity for the poor.

What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.

The truth is ugly: we have art so as not to perish from the truth.