We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.

One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.

Whether you and I and a few others will renew the world some day remains to be seen. But within ourselves we must renew it each day.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture

Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.

Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.