Go through the towns and ask yourselves whether these people should reproduce! Let them go to their whores!

A good aphorism is too hard for the tooth of time, and is not worn away by all the centuries, although it serves as food for every epoch. Hence it is the greatest paradox in literature, the imperishable in the midst of change, the nourishment which always remains highly valued, as salt does, and never becomes stupid like salt.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

Some men are born posthumously.

Nobody can build the bridge for you to walk across the river of life, no one but you yourself alone. There are, to be sure, countless paths and bridges and demi-gods which would carry you across this river; but only at the cost of yourself; you would pawn yourself and lose. There is in the world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it.

Human existence basically is──a never to be completed imperfect tense.

To think historically is almost the same thing now as if in all ages history had been made according to theory.