But of all the water's secrets, he saw today only a single one-one that struck his soul. He saw that this water flowed and flowed, it was constantly flowing, and yet it was always there; it was always eternally the same and yet new at every moment! Oh, to be able to grasp this, to understand this!

They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.

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

Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.

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

The art of love-giving and taking become one.

What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.