Mysterious in the light of day, nature retains her veil, despite our clamours: That which she does not willingly display cannot be wrenched from her with levers, screws and hammers.

Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.

The web of this world is woven of Necessity and Chance. Woe to him who has accustomed himself from his youth up to find something necessary in what is capricious, and who would ascribe something like reason to Chance and make a religion of surrendering to it.

Nothing will change the fact that I cannot produce the least thing without absolute solitude.

So long as you live and work, you will be misunderstood; to that you must resign yourself once and for all. Be silent!

Nature has neither kernel Nor shell