Why I so much prefer autumn to spring is that in the autumn one looks at heaven--in the spring at the earth.

What labels me, negates me.

To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.

If I am capable of grasping God objectively, I do not believe, but precisely because I cannot do this I must believe.

No one is so terribly deceived as he who does not himself suspect it.

I would rather be a swineherd, understood by the swine, than a poet misunderstood by men.

In a mathematical proposition, for example, the objectivity is given, but therefore its truth is also an indifferent truth.