The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.

Don Quixote's misfortune is not his imagination, but Sancho Panza.

We are sinful not only because we have eaten of the Tree of Knowledge, but also because we have not yet eaten of the Tree of Life. The state in which we are is sinful, irrespective of guilt.

How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.