We recover best from our unnaturalness, from our spirituality, in our savage moods…[Man erholt sich in seiner wilden Natur am besten von seiner Unnatur, von seiner Geistigkeit…]
The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all.
Ordinary riches can be stolen from a man. Real riches cannot. In the treasury-house of your soul, there are infinitely precious things, that may not be taken from you.
Nothing is more repulsive than a furtively prurient spirituality; it is just as unsavoury as gross sensuality.
It has not joy, as we understand that word, but ecstasy, which is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen, perhaps, by all those that still live.
If we cling to belief in God, we cannot likewise have faith, since faith is not clinging but letting go.
A religious life is a combat, not a hymn.[Alternate translation:]A religious life is a struggle and not a hymn.[La vie religieuse est un combat, et non pas un hymne.]
