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.

At the moment of commitment the entire universe conspires to assist you.

Rest not Life is sweeping by go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.

Everyone believes in his youth that the world really began with him, and that all merely exists for his sake.

To be sure, we have inherited abilities, but our development we owe to thousands of influences coming from the world around us from which we appropriate what we can and what is suitable to us.

The assault of our enemies is not part of our life; it is only part of our experience; we throw it off and guard ourselves against it as against frost, storm, rain, hail, or any other of the external evils which may be expected to happen.

The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.