What we know oman today is limited precisely by the extent to which we have regarded him as a machine.

Yet tell me, my brothers: if a goal for humanity is still lacking, is there not still lacking--humanity itself?

We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.

Speaking is a beautiful folly; with that man dances over all things.

Some mothers need happy children; others need unhappy ones-otherwise they cannot prove their maternal virtues.

Thus the man who is responsive to artistic stimuli reacts to the reality of dreams as does the philosopher to the reality of existence; he observes closely, and he enjoys his observation: for it is out of these images that he interprets life, out of these processes that he trains himself for life.

Never to talk about oneself is a very refined form of hypocrisy.