O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this for a truth: the thing thou seekest is already here, "here or nowhere," couldst thou only see.

For every one hundred men who can stand adversity there is only one who can withstand prosperity.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

Every poet, be his outward lot what it may, finds himself born in the midst of prose; h e has to struggle from the littleness and obstruction of an actual world into the freedom and infinitude of an ideal.

The hell of these days is the fear of not getting along, especially of not making money.

Lies exist only to be extinguished.

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.