How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

There is a great difference, whether the poet seeks the particular for the sake of the general or sees the general in the particular. From the former procedure there ensues allegory, in which the particular serves only as illustration, as example of the general. The latter procedure, however, is genuinely the nature of poetry; it expresses something particular, without thinking of the general or pointing to it.

Mysteries are not necessarily miracles.

The realization of the self is only possible if one is productive, if one can give birth to one's own potentialities.

We should know mankind better if we were not so anxious to resemble one another.

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

Everything is simpler than one can imagine, and yet complicated and inter-twined beyond comprehension.