Was mich nicht zugrunde richtet, macht mich starker.

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

Not to be cowardly when it comes to our own actions! Not to leave them in the lurch!--The sting of conscience is indecent.

Without the perpetual counterfeiting of the universe by number, man could not continue to live

Linguistic danger to spiritual freedom.- Every word is a prejudice.

The pure soul is a pure lie.

Spirit is the life that itself cuts into life: with its own torment it increases its own knowledge. Did you already know that?