How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?
The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation. Friedrich Nietz
A book full of brilliance imparts some of it even to its opponents.