But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe..

Do you know what constitutes a great poet? He is a person without shame, incapable of blushing. Ordinary fools have moments when they go off by thems….

Rather than admire the mediocre great men over whom passersby nudge each other in awe, I venerate the young, unknown geniuses who die in their teens,….

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder..

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unles….

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived..

Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?.

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think id….

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate..

Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity..

Heaven knows that there are plenty of opportunities in later life, too, for being carried away. What of it? We remain what we are and, no doubt, it i….

The intelligent poor individual was a much finer observer than the intelligent rich one. The poor individual looks around him at every step, listens ….

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me..

But now the world breaks in on us, the world is shocked, the world looks upon our idyll as madness. The world maintains that no rational man or woman….

And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood..

Today riches and honours have been lavished on me, but one gift has been lacking, the most important one of all, the only one that matters, the gift ….

A word can be transformed into a coulour, light, a smell; it is the writer's task to use it in such a way that it serves, never fails, can never be i….

Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth..

What will I do when I can no longer dig?.

...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell ….

Great men are excellent topics of conversation, but the superior man, the superior men, the masters, the universal spirits on horseback, have to stop….