[...] nie zawsze trzeba wygrywać, żeby zostać zwycięzcą. Czasem wystarczy, że inni przegrają.

– Jesteś.... aniołem?
– Pewnie (...) tylko skrzydła zostawiłem w przedpokoju, by nie nabłocić.

– Ale... Ja nie wierzę w Boga.
– A kto tu mówi o Bogu? (...) Wyrażam tylko opinię Nieba. Jako ogółu.
– W niebo też nie wierzę (...).
– Jakoś nieszczególnie przeszkadza mu to istnieć.

He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.

Therefore,' said Loki the mockery, to the snake his daughter, 'we need to know everything, or at least as much as we can. The gods have secret runes to help in the hunt, or give victory in battle. They hammer, they slash. They do not study. I study. I know.

The road up and the road down is one and the same.
(ὁδὸς ἄνω κάτω μία καὶ ὡυτή)
—Fragment 60