The lie is a condition of life.

A woman's pity, which is talkative, carries the sick person's bed to the public marketplace.

Virtues are dangerous as vices insofar as they are allowed to rule over one as authorities and not as qualities one develops oneself.

They climb the mountain like beasts, stupid and sweating; it seems that no one bothered to tell them that there are beautiful vistas along the way.

The complete irresponsibility of man for his actions and his nature is the bitterest drop which he who understands must swallow.

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

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.