Against war it may be said that it makes the victor stupid and the vanquished revengeful.

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

Moderation sees itself as beautiful; it is unaware that in the eye of the immoderate it appears black and sober and consequently ugly-looking.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

Among twelve apostles there must always be one who is as hard as stone, so that the new church may be built upon him.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

There are instances when we are like horses, we psychologists, and grow restless: we see our own shadow wavering up and down before us. A psychologist must look away from himself in order to see anything at all.