There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.

Thou seekest disciples? Then thou seekest ciphers.

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

My abyss speaks, I have turned my ultimate depth inside out into the light.

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.