Everything around is alive with an infinite number of forms; while mankind fly for security to their petty houses, from the shelter of which they rule in their imaginations over the wide-extended universe. Poor fool! in whose petty estimation all things are little.
Many a man knocks about on the wall with his hammer, and believes that he hits the right nail on the head every time.
When you men talk of something, do you have to always say: it is folly, it is wise, it is good, it is bad! But what does this mean? Have you, who talk this way, investigated the internal movements of an action? Do you know how to understand with certainty the causes, and understand why that happened and why it had to happen? If you had done so you would be less ready to judge.
More than once have I been drunk, my passions are not far from delirium, and of these two things I do not feel sorry because I have learnt to understand that all extraordinary men that have done something great, and that seemed impossible to achieve, have been considered in every era to be drunks or mad. But, even in everyday life it is unbearable to hear say, every time that someone is about to do a free, noble and unexpected action "That man is drunk, he is mad!"
Be ashamed of yourselves, you sober and wise men!
The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.
Oh this emptiness! This terrible emptiness I feel here in my chest!... I often think, if I could squeeze it, just once squeeze it to my heart, how much emptiness would be filled up.
All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.
To be misunderstood is the fate of the like of us.
Part of that Power, not understood,
Which always wills the Bad, and always works the Good.
A heart that searches, feels fine that something is missing; but a heart that has lost, knows of what it has been deprived.