It was the first rent in the holy image of my father, it was the first fissure in the columns that had upheld my childhood, which every individual must destroy before he can become himself.

Like one who has eaten and drunk too much and vomits painfully and then feels better, so did the restless man wish he could rid himself with one terrific heave of these pleasures, of these habits of this entirely senseless life.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence

The cup was emptied and would never be filled again.

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

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.