Let us not underrate the value of a fact; it will one day flower into a truth.

Let us not underrate the value of a fact; it will one day flower into a truth.

The works of great poets have never been read by mankind, for only great poets can read them.

Love is the profoundest of secrets. Divulged, even to the beloved, it is no longer Love. As if it were merely I that loved you. When love ceases, then it is divulged.

You must ascend a mountain to learn your relation to matter, and so to your own body, for it is at home there, though you are not.

With all your science can you tell me how it is, and when it is, that light comes into the soul?

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.