no one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his 'divine service.'

Ye shall be those whose eyes ever seek for an enemy - for YOUR enemy. And with some of you there is hatred at first sight.

Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking

He who bears injustice alone is terrible to behold.

At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid.