I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

When a man reaches his maturity in understanding and in years, the feeling comes over him that his father was wrong to beget him.

Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?

A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.

To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.

A light has dawned for me: I need companions, living ones, not dead companions and corpses which I carry with me wherever I wish. But I need living companions who follow me because they want to follow themselves- and who want to go where I want to go.