Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
With deep men, as with deep wells, it takes a long time for anything that falls into them to hit bottom. Onlookers, who almost never wait long enough, readily suppose that such men are callous and unresponsive--or even boring.
Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.
On the heights it is warmer than those in the valley imagine.
Only where there are graves are there resurrections.
What is done out of love always occurs beyond good and evil.