What kind of truth is it which has these mountains as its boundary and is a lie beyond them?

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

It is in vain that we get upon stilts, for once on them, it is still with our legs that we must walk. And on the highest throne in the world we are still sitting on our own ass.

The entire lower world was created in the likeness of the higher world. All that exists in the higher world appears like an image in this lower world; yet all this is but One.

The good opinion of the vulgar is injurious.

I seek in the reading of books, only to please myself, by an honest diversion.

It is not my deeds that I write down, it is myself, my essence.