When on a Sunday morning we hear the old bells ring out, we ask ourselves, "Is it possible! This is done on account of a Jew crucified two thousand years ago who said he was the Son of God. The proof of such an assertion is wanting".

I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired.

There is an old illusion. It is called good and evil.

Phlegmatic natures can be inspired to enthusiasm only by being made into fanatics.

The same passions in man and woman nonetheless differ in tempo; hence man and woman do not cease misunderstanding one another.

The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.

To experience a thing as beautiful means: to experience it necessarily wrongly.