My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

Your life is an island separated from all other islands and continents. Regardless of how many boats you send to other shores or how many ships arrive upon your shores, you yourself are an island separated by its own pains, secluded in its happiness

And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness. Freedom of loneliness and safety from being understood. For those who understand us enslave something in us.

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.

[Gemütlichkeit] verspottet euren gesunden Verstand.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.