Himmlisch ist's wenn ich bezwungen Meine irdische Begier; Aber doch wenn's nich gelungen Hatt' ich auch recht huebsch Plaisir! Loosely translated: It is heavenly, when I overcome My earthly desires But nevertheless, when I'm not successful, It can also be quite pleasurable.

it's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.

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.

And the angel said - "I have learned that every man lives not through care of himself, but by love".

There's a way out of every situation.

But that had been grief--this was joy. Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime. And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

Progress consists only in the greater clarification of answers to the basic questions of life.