On the whole, the longing for solitude is a sign that there still is spirit in a person and is a measure of what spirit there is.

Sleeping is the height of genius

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.

A 'no' does not hide anything, but a 'yes' very easily becomes a deception.

Concepts, like individuals, have their histories and are just as incapable of withstanding the ravages of time as are individuals. But in and through all this they retain a kind of homesickness for the scenes of their childhood.

Genius, like a thunderstorm, comes up against the wind.