There exists above the "productive" man a yet higher species.
Will, pure will, without the troubles and complexities of intellect - how happy! how free!
Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she forgets how to charm.
Was mich nicht zugrunde richtet, macht mich starker.
Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking
A labyrinthine man never seeks the truth, but only his Ariadne.