Every man in creating the beautiful appearance of the dream worlds is a perfect artist.

Of what is great one must either be silent or speak with greatness. With greatness--that means cynically and with innocence.

Through searching out origins, one becomes a crab. The historian looks backwards, and finally he also believes backwards.

No victor believes in chance.

Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.

Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.

Only where there are graves are there resurrections.