A man is really alive only when he delights in the good-will of others.

As long as you are not aware of the continual law of Die and Be Again, you are merely a vague guest on a dark Earth.

You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.

And we went our separate ways without having understood each other. As in this world nobody understands the other easily.

Beauty and Genius must be kept afar if one would avoid becoming their slave.

Nothing can be compared to the new life that the discovery of another country provides for a thoughtful person. Although I am still the same I believe to have changed to the bones.

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.