What you are must always displease you, if you would attain to that which you are not.

You have been professing yourself reluctant to throw off your load of illusion because truth was uncertain. Well, it is certain now, yet the burden still weighs you down, while other people are given wings on freer shoulders, people who have not worn themselves out with research, nor spent a decade and more reflecting on these questions.

They, then, who are destined to die, need not be careful to inquire what death they are to die, but into what place death will usher them.

Bad times, hard times, this is what people keep saying; but let us live well, and times shall be good. We are the times: Such as we are, such are the times.

Singing is a lover's thing.

Grant what Thou commandest, and command what Thou wilt.

This awful catastrophe is not the end but the beginning. History does not end so. It is the way its chapters open.