Morality, a muzzle for the will; logic, a climbing iron for the mind.

What raises great poetry above all else--it is the entire person and also the entire world.

You can make the best of it and be content, or you can complain, it makes no difference. What does it matter that human beings judge the things that exist?

If someone were to think that trees are made to support the sky, they would all seem too short.

Genius differs from talent not by the amount of original thoughts, but by making the latter fertile and by positioning them properly, in other words, by integrating everything into a whole, whereas talent produces only fragments, no matter how beautiful.

Whoever considers morality the main objective of human existence, seems to me like a person who defines the purpose of a clock asnot going wrong. The first objective for a clock, is, however, that it does run; not going wrong is an additional regulative function. If not a watch's greatest accomplishment were not going wrong, unwound watches might be the best.

Love wants to be confirmed with concrete symbols, but recklessness loves instability.