We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?

All the political, social, and economic improvements, all the technical progress cannot have any regenerating significance, so long as our inner life remains as it is at present. The more the intelligence unveils and violates the secrets of Nature, the more the danger increases and the heart shrinks.

Lions and Lambs, love and force, light and fire, good and evil: all things climb the same mountain, the mountain of God.

Before me is the abyss. How can I leap across it? And if I do not leap, how shall I ever be able to reach God?

How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!