“It is impossible to exist without passion.”

The task must be made difficult, for only the difficult inspires the noble-hearted.

It is so hard to believe because it is so hard to obey.

Boredom is the root of all evil.

Take away paradox from the thinker and you have a professor.

If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible.

The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived.

My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.

What labels me, negates me.

In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.

And this is one of the most crucial definitions for the whole of Christianity; that the opposite of sin is not virtue but faith.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?

I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all.

Why bother remembering a past that cannot be made into a present?

In the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart.

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk.

Where am I, or what? From what causes do I derive my existence, and to what condition shall I return?

The only castle you were ever meant to live in, my child, is the one that’s always existed in your soul.

Beauty is no quality in things themselves: It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them; and each mind perceives a different beauty.

What is existence for but to be laughed at if men in their twenties have already attained the utmost?

Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, but we find things in us we didn’t even know existed.

To think? That’s it. It is thought. This alone cannot be detached from me. I am, I exist; that is certain.

My words fly around you like the annoying flies that only exist to disturb the silence and bite sometimes. When did I become so small