At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference.
What labels me, negates me.
With respect to physical existence, one needs little, and to the degree that one needs less, the more perfect one is.
The wisdom of the years is confusing. Only the wisdom of eternity is edifying.
Patience is necessary, and one cannot reap immediately where one has sown.
Death cannot explain itself. The earnestness consists precisely in this, that the observer must explain it to himself.