There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance.

You great star, what would your happiness be had you not those for whom you shine?

I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star.

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

It is the stillest words that bring on the storm. Thoughts that come on doves' feet guide the world.

But thus I counsel you, my friends: Mistrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.

And whoever does not want to die of thirst among men must learn to drink out of all cups; and whoever would stay clean among men must know how to wash even with dirty water.

Alas, there are so many things between heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed. And especially above the heavens: for all gods are poets' parables, poets' prevarications.

When power becomes gracious and descends into the visible — such descent I call beauty. And there is nobody from whom I want beauty as much as from you who are powerful: let your kindness be your final self-conquest.