Inaction, Letting Be, Neither Creating Nor Destroying--that

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

I Would Believe Only In A God That Knows How To Dance.

One Must Never Have Spared Oneself, One Must Have Acquired Hardness As A Habit To Be Cheerful And In Good Spirits In The Midst Of Nothing But Hard Truths.

You Know A Moment Is Important When It Is Making Your Mind Go Numb With Beauty.

That Every Will Must Consider Every Other Will Its Equal Would Be A Principle Hostile To Life, An Agent Of The Dissolution And Destruction Of Man, An Attempt To Assassinate The Future Of Man, A Sign Of Weariness, A Secret Path To Nothingness.