if we possess a why of life we can put up with almost any how.

All great men are play actors of their own ideal.

Love forgives the lover even his lust.

Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change even more than annihilation.

It is not in how one soul approaches another but in how it withdraws that I knowr its affinity and solidarity with the other.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

It is difficult to live among people because silence is so difficult.