Learning is pleasurable but doing is the height of enjoyment.

The brains -the thinking organs- are the world producers -nature's genitals.

Knowledge is only one half. Faith is the other.

Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning—at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete.

In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.

Friendship, love, and piety ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect confidence, to be mutually understood in silence. Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?