“Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.”

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

Is man merely a mistake of God’s? Or God merely a mistake of man?

The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.

Art is the proper task of life.

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.

Madness is something rare in individuals – but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

A devotee who can call on God while living a householder’s life is a hero indeed. God thinks: ‘He is blessed indeed who prays to me in the midst of his worldly duties.

I thought religion would eventually wither away and we’d all be worshiping at the altar of science.

God is love, I said, but art’s the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

I’m definitely not a follower. This is our job. This is what we do. If you’re not having fun here, you shouldn’t be here.

You must have faith in God.

There is not a command God gives to His children for which He does not provide the enablement for obedience.

Forget yourself and live for others, for It is more blessed to give than to receive.

Prayer is the ascending vapor which supplies The showers of blessing, and the stream that flows Through earth’s dry places, till on every side “The wilderness shall blossom as the rose.