In nature all things are close to or distant from each other. The psychological world knows first the intermediate region of distance seducing to nearness, nearness pressing towards distance, of an irreconcilable closeness-distance.

We want ourselves to be seen and to have been seen as we are; and we want just as much to veil ourselves and remain unknown, for behind every determination of our being lies dormant the unspoken possibility of being different.

All life with others carries the germ of the capacity of dissolution because souls are more than what they factually are.

The soul suffers from nothing more than from not being understood. This is, though, its fate elicited by its own nature.