Everyone becomes brave when he observes one who despairs.
I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.
The thought is merely a sign, as the word is merely a sign for the thought.
And many such good inventions are there, that they are like woman's breasts: useful at the same time, and pleasant.
Too long, the earth has been a madhouse!
It is nothing but fanaticism and beautiful soulism to expect very much (or even, much only) from humanity when it has forgotten how to wage war.