One must not let oneself be misled: they say 'Judge not!' but they send to Hell everything that stands in their way.
O Solitude! You are my home, Solitude!
The real world is much smaller than the imaginary.
We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.
The desire for a strong faith is not the proof of a strong faith, rather the opposite. If one has it one may permit oneself the beautiful luxury of skepticism: one is secure enough, fixed enough for it.
To use the same words is not a sufficient guarantee of understanding; one must use the same words for the same genus of inward experience; ultimately one must have one's experiences in common.
Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.
Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.
A little wisdom is indeed possible; but this blessed security have I found in all things, that they prefer--to DANCE on the feet of chance.