Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!

I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he knew what I did not know myself, that when I recovered from it he had already been long upon the street.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.

A philosopher is [one who] aspires to explain away all mysteries, to dissolve them into light.