but that what was for him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence.

Meanwhile spring arrived. My old dejection passed away and gave place to the unrest which spring brings with it, full of dreams and vague hopes and desires.

It may be suggested by some books that it is not a sin to kill an animal, but it is written in our own hearts - more clearly than in any book - that we should take pity on animals in the same way as we do on humans.

If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side!

God is the same everywhere.

And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.

Great works of art are only great because they are accessible and comprehensible to everyone.