If in the infinite you want to stride, Just walk in the finite to every side.

Our senses don't deceive us: our judgment does

There is nothing outside of us that is not at the same time in us, and as the external world has its colors the eye, too, has colors.

We don't get to know anything but what we love.

What we do not understand we do not possess.

Only that type of story deserves to be called moral that shows us that one has the power within oneself to act, out of the conviction that there is something better, even against one's own inclination.

The mediator of the inexpressible is the work of art.