But we do as we have always done: we take whatever is cast into us down into our depths -- for we are deep, we do not forget -- and once more grow clear. . . .

‘the doer’ is merely a fiction added to the deed – the deed is everything.

Deeds need time, even after they are done, in order to be seen or heard.

The Germans are like women, you can scarcely ever fathom their depths -- they haven't any.

Those who know that they are profound strive for clarity. Those who would like to seem profound to the crowd strive for obscurity. For the crowd believes that if it cannot see to the bottom of something it must be profound. It is so timid and dislikes going into the water.

A man who has depths in his shame meets his destiny and his delicate decisions upon paths which few ever reach . . . .