It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.

Silence is the demon's trap, and the more one is silenced, the more terrible the demon; but silence is also the divinity's mutual understanding with the single individual.

Dread is a womanish debility in which freedom swoons. Psychologically speaking, the fall into sin always occurs in impotence. But dread is at the same time the most egotistic thing.

Busyness, keeping up with others, hustling hither and yon, makes it almost impossible for an individual to form a heart.

Now, with God's help, I shall become myself.

My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love