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.
Character and fate are two words for the same thing
In cheerful souls there is no wit. Wit shows a disturbance of the equipoise.
Where are we really going? Always home.
We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.