Happiness is the greatest hiding place for despair.

Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic - if it is pulled out I shall die.

With respect to physical existence, one needs little, and to the degree that one needs less, the more perfect one is.

One can advise comfortably from a safe port.

Death cannot explain itself. The earnestness consists precisely in this, that the observer must explain it to himself.

Teach me, 0 God, not to torture myself, not to make a martyr out of myself through stifling reflection, but rather teach me to breathe deeply in faith.

In the life of the individual when love awakens it is older than everything else, because when it exists it seems as if it has existed for a long time; it presupposes itself back into the distant past until all searching ends in the inexplicable origin.