Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.
We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.
Philosophy is properly home-sickness; the wish to be everywhere at home.
Play is experimenting with chance.
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.
Our bodies are molded rivers.