There are the terrible ones who carry about in themselves the beast of prey, and have no choice except lusts or self-laceration. And even their lusts are self-laceration.

From whatever you wish to know and measure you must take your leave, at least for a time. Only when you have left the town can yousee how high its towers rise above the houses.

You must await your thirst and allow it to become complete: otherwise you will never discover your spring, which can never be anyone else's!

Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?

Where one despises, one cannot wage war.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation.

Away from God and gods did this will lure me: what would there be to create if gods existed?