Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

All mankind is divided, as it was at all times and is still, into slaves and freemen.

But every soil becomes finally exhausted, and the ploughshare of evil must always come once more.

What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father.

The misunderstanding of passion and reason, as if the latter were an independent entity and not rather a system of relations between various passions and desires; and as if every passion did not possess its quantum of reason.

There is nothing for which men ask to be paid dearer than for humiliation.

The Hour-Hand of Life --- Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance, and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea - all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.