A Man Of Action Forced Into A

If The Literature We Are Reading Does Not Wake Us, Why Then Do We Read It? A Literary Work Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Sea Frozen Inside Us.

I Can Love Only What I Can Place So High Above Me That I Cannot Reach It.

What Do I Have In Common With Jews? I Don't Even Have Anything In Common With Myself.

The Observer Of The Soul Cannot Penetrate Into The Soul, But There Doubtless Is A Margin Where He Comes Into Contact With It. Recognition Of This Contact Is The Fact That Even The Soul Does Not Know Of Itself. Hence It Must Remain Unknown. That Would Be Sad Only If There Were Anything Apart From The Soul, But There Is Nothing Else.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.