There is always some madness in love.

He who denies himself much in great matters will readily indulge himself in small things.

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

Like tourists huffing and puffing to reach the peak we forget the view on the way up.

If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.

It is neither the best nor the worst things in a book that defy translation.

Underneath the reality in which we live and have our being, another altogether different reality lies concealed.