By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

By imposing too great a responsibility, or rather, all responsibility, on yourself, you crush yourself.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet.

My "fear" is my substance, and probably the best part of me.

Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.

There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

There is nothing besides a spiritual world; what we call the world of the senses is the Evil in the spiritual world, and what we call Evil is only the necessity of a moment in our eternal evolution.