Our shortcomings are the eyes with which we see the ideal.

The truthful man ends up realizing that he always lies.

Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once!

Even today a crude sort of persecution is all that is required to create an honorable name for any sect, no matter how indifferent in itself.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!

This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light on the stars requires time; deeds though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.