Happiness is love, nothing else.

A thousand times I was ready to regret and take back my rash statement - yet it had been the truth.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

Things are going downhill with you!' he said to himself, and laughed about it, and as he was saying it, he happened to glance at the river, and he also saw the river going downhill, always moving on downhill, and singing and being happy through it all.

The highest art... sets down its creations and trusts in their magic, without fear of not being understood.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.