In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.

Fame — the aggregate of all the misunderstandings that collect around a new name.

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of thempressed me against his heart: I would be consumedin that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothingbut the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure,and we are so awed because it serenely disdainsto annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying.

We must assume our existence as broadly as we in any way can; everything, even the unheard - of, must be possible in it. This is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most inexplicable.

I want to love the things as no one has thought to love them.

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.