Was that life? Well then, once more!
The apprentice and the master love the master in different ways.
Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed? Behold, I show you the Superman. He is this lightning, he is this madness.
Only idiots fail to contradict themselves three times a day.
The English are a nation of consummate cant.
Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.