My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see me hurrying. Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree; I am only one of my many mouths, and at that, the one that will be still the soonest. I am the rest between two notes, which are somehow always in discord because Death’s note wants to climb over— but in the dark interval, reconciled, they stay there trembling. And the song goes on, beautiful.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Wanting to change, to improve, a person's situation means offering him, for difficulties in which he is practiced and experienced, other difficulties that will find him perhaps even more bewildered.

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.

Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.

Only those sadnesses are dangerous and bad which one carries about among people in order to drown them out.