“Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.”

Philosophy bears witness to the deepest love of reflection, to absolute delight in wisdom.

A character is a completely fashioned will.

Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.

The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.

Man is lyrical, woman epic, marriage dramatic.

Christianity is the root of all democracy, the highest fact in the rights of men.

Perceptibility is a kind of attentiveness.

The history of every individual man should be a Bible.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.

Where children are, there is the golden age.

All power appears only in transition. Permanent power is stuff.

Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning—at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete.

I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception.

Genius in general is poetic. Where genius has been active it has been poetically active. The truly moral person is a poet.

Only as far as a man is happily married to himself is he fit for married life and family life in general.

One should, when overwhelmed by the shadow of a giant, move aside and see if the colossal shadow isn’t merely that of a pygmy blocking out the sun.

Words have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our world.

If there never was a night or day and memories could fade away, then we’d be nothing left but the dreams we made.

As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else.

Why is patience so important? Because it makes us pay attention.

Stop leaving and you will arrive. Stop searching and you will see. Stop running away and you will be found.

My mission is healing, pure and simple.

Speak only if it improves upon the silence.

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.