What is gayer than believing in a household god?

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

What do I have in common with Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning: both raise their arms.

The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.