[Heraclitus speaks as if] in entrancement ... but [also] truthfully.
The child as a monument to the passion of two people; the will to oneness in two.
Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger.
Madness is the result not of uncertainty but certainty.
One should not go into churches if one wants to breathe pure air.
Assuming that he believes at all, the everyday Christian is a pitiful figure, a man who really cannot count up to three, and who besides, precisely because of his mental incompetence, would not deserve such a punishment as Christianity promises him.