Certain defects are necessary for the existence of individuality.
Great endowments often announce themselves in youth in the form of singularity and awkwardness.
Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.
All beginnings are delightful; the threshold is the place to pause.
Men are joined by conviction, sundered by opinion.
We are the slaves of objects around us, and appear little or important according as these contract or give us room to expand.