The true Poet is all-knowing; he is an actual world in miniature.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.

Our bodies are molded rivers.

Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.

Before abstraction everything is one, but one like chaos; after abstraction everything is united again, but this union is a free binding of autonomous, self-determined beings. Out of a mob a society has developed, chaos has been transformed into a manifold world.

Imagination places the future world for us either above or below or in reincarnation. We dream of travels throughout the universe: is not the universe within us? We do not know the depths of our spirit. The mysterious path leads within. In us, or nowhere, lies eternity with its worlds, the past and the future.

All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.