Democracy represents the disbelief in all great men and in all elite societies: everybody is everybody's equal.

Thinking about suicide is a potent consolation: it helps us to get through many a bad night.

The desire to create continually is vulgar and betrays jealousy, envy, ambition. If one is something one really does not need to make anything --and one nonetheless does very much. There exists above the ''productive'' man a yet higher species.

Read from a distant star, the majuscule script of our earthly existence would perhaps lead to the conclusion that the earth was the distinctively ascetic planet, a nook of disgruntled, arrogant creatures filled with a profound disgust with themselves, at the earth, at all life, who inflict as much pain on themselves as they possibly can out of pleasure in inflicting pain which is probably their only pleasure.

The moral earth, too, is round! The moral earth, too, has its antipodes! The antipodes, too, have their right to exist! There is still another world to be discovered--and more than one! Set sail, you philosophers!

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are.

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