Born on May 2 — Quotes

Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.

There is more truth in their romances than in learned chronicles.

It always is Christmas Eve, in a ghost story.

Pentru poet, obiectivitatea este totul, pentru filoyof, subiectivitatea. Poertul este glasul universului, filoyoful este glasul Unului elementar, al principiului.

More heavenly than those flashing stars seem to us the endless eyes that the night opens up within us.

Man is a sun and his senses are the planets.

The respect has to be both ways.

A poor gasping, blushing creature, with trembling knees and twitching hands, is a painful sight to every one, and if it cannot cure itself, the sooner it goes and hangs itself the better.

What is this National Marriage Week? [...] I don't know why my colleagues are suddenly so fond of the word.

in the unliterary grammar of life, where the future tense stands first, and the past is formed, not from the indefinite, but from the present indicative, "to have been" is "to be".

المتبصر الكامل يدعى الرائى

The fact is that child rearing is a long, hard job, the rewards are not always immediately obvious, the work is undervalued, and parents are just as human and almost as vulnerable as their children.

It depends only on the weakness of our organs and of our self-excitement (Selbstberuhrung), that we do not see ourselves in a Fairy-world. All Fabulous Tales (Mahrchen) are merely dreams of that home world, which is everywhere and nowhere. The higher powers in us, which one day as Genies, shall fulfil our will, are, for the present, Muses, which refresh us on our toilsome course with sweet remembrances.

top making slaves and servants of our women. We’ve got to stop singing — “Nobody works but father.” The Negro mother is doing it all. The women are carrying the burden.

Sometimes with the most intense pain a paralysis of sensibility occurs. The soul disintegrates — hence the deadly frost — the free power of the mind — the shattering, ceaseless wit of this kind of despair. There is no inclination for anything any more — the person is alone, like a baleful power — as he has no connection with the rest of the world he consumes himself gradually — and in accordance with his own principle he is — misanthropic and misotheos.