What we call truths are just those errors that we cannot give up.

Science rushes headlong, without selectivity, without "taste," at whatever is knowable, in the blind desire to know all at any cost.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

It quite often happens that the old man is subject to the delusion of a great moral renewal and rebirth, and from this experience he passes judgments on the work and course of his life, as if he had only now become clear-sighted; and yet the inspiration behind this feeling of well-being and these confident judgements is not wisdom, but weariness .

The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.

I could only believe in a God who could dance... And now a God dances through me.

Strideth over all mountains, and laugheth at all tragedies