He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.

Does not the discipline of the scientific spirit just commence when one no longer harbours any conviction?

The spirit of the poet craves spectators... even if only buffaloes.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

One begins to mistrust very clever people when they become embarrassed.

There is nothing we like to communicate to others as much as the seal of secrecy together with what lies under it.

Men submit from habit to everything that seeks power.