Hope Is A Passion For The Possible.

It Goes Against The Grain For Me To Do What So Often Happens, To Speak Inhumanly About The Great As If A Few Millennia Were An Immense Distance. I Prefer To Speak Humanly About It, As If It Happened Yesterday, And Let Only The Greatness Itself Be The Distance.

Intelligence Has Got The Upper Hand To Such An Extent That It Transforms The Real Task Into An Unreal Trick And Reality Into A Play.

Most Men Pursue Pleasure With Such Breathless Haste That They Hurry Past It.

I Would Rather Be A Swineherd, Understood By The Swine, Than A Poet Misunderstood By Men.

Life Can Only Be Understood Backwards; But It Must Be Lived Forwards.