What is needed is, in the end, simply this: solitude, great inner solitude.

Fame is the sum of the misunderstanding that gathers about a new name.

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.

Life and death: they are one, at core entwined. Who understands himself from his own strain presses himself into a drop of wine and throws himself into the purest flame.

Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life

Life is heavier than the weight of all things.