I hate you most because you attract, but are not strong enough to pull me to you.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

On the heights it is warmer than people in the valley suppose, especially in winter. The thinker recognizes the full import of this simile.

The greatest events-they are not our loudest but our stillest hours.

Those who create are hard of heart.

The most welcome joke to me is the one that takes the place of a heavy, not altogether innocuous thought, at once a cautionary hint of the finger and a flash of the eye.

But say, my brothers, what can the child do that even the lion could not do? Why must the preying lion still become a child? The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a sacred 'Yes.' For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred 'Yes' is needed: the spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers his own world.