Youth is an unpleasant period; for then it is not possible or not prudent to be productive in any sense whatsoever.

A man who has depths in his shame meets his destiny and his delicate decisions upon paths which few ever reach . . .

In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.

There are the spiritually consumptive ones: hardly are they born when they begin to die, and long for doctrines of lassitude and renunciation.

The most vulnerable and yet most unconquerable of things is human vanity; nay, through being wounded its strength increases and can grow to giant proportions.

Once the decision has been made, close your ear even to the best counter argument: sign of a strong character. Thus an occasional will to stupidity.

Science and art have that in common that everyday things seem to them new and attractive.