Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis: therein is human power, in transference, not in creation; & therein is human destiny, not in longevity but in removal. We dive & reappear in new places.

A man is a god in ruins.

If you criticize a fine genius, the odds are that you are out of your reckoning, and, instead of the poet, are censuring your owncaricature of him.

Every burned book enlightens the world.

He who travels in search of something which he has not got, travels away from himself and grows old even in youth among old things.

All violence, all that is dreary and repels, is not power, but the absence of power.

In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.