Instruments and playthings are sense and spirit: behind them there is still the Self. The Self seeketh with the eyes of the senses, it hearkeneth also with the ears of the spirit.

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

People who have given us their complete confidence believe that they have a right to ours. The inference is false, a gift confers no rights.

It is obvious that all sense has gone out of modern marriage; which is, however, no objection to marriage but to modernity.

To those human beings who are of any concern to me, I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill treatment, indignities, profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, and the wretchedness of the vanquished.

The courage of all one really knows comes but late in life.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.