The golden fleece of self-sufficiency guards against cudgel- blows but not against pin-pricks.
They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.
I am driven out of fatherlands and motherlands. Thus I now love only my children's land, yet undiscovered, in the farthest sea; for this I bid my sails search and search.
Christianity is a metaphysics of the hangman.
That which needs to be proved cannot be worth much.
We are so fond of being out among nature, because it has no opinions about us.