I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Whoever has really sacrificed anything, knows that he wanted and got something in return.

That lies should be necessary to life is part and parcel of the terrible and questionable character of existence.

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

He who knows himself to be profound endeavors to be clear; he who would like to appear profound to the crowd endeavors to be obscure.

I love him who chasteneth his God, because he loveth his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God.

From people who merely pray we must become people who bless.