Religion is something infinitely simple, ingenuous. It is not knowledge, not content of feeling... it is not duty and not renunciation, it is not restriction: but in the infinite extent of the universe it is a direction of the heart.

Fate loves to invent patterns and designs. Its difficulty lies in complexity. But life itself is difficult because of its simplicity. It has only a few things of a grandeur not fit for us.

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.

I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.

Bound by conventions, people tend to reach for what is easy. Here we must be unafraid of what is difficult. For all living beings in nature must unfold in their particular way and become themselves despite all opposition.