My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

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?

Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.

Die every day. Be reborn again every day.

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

What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.

It was certainly not this mummified and outrageously painted old woman he was seeing before him, but the entire "female species," as it was his custom to call women. The individual disappeared, the features were obliterated, whether young or senile, beautiful or ugly - those were mere unimportant variations. Behind each woman rises the austere, sacred and mysterious face of Aphrodite.