Wherever primitive man put up a word, he believed he had made a discovery. How utterly mistaken he really was! He had touched a problem, and while supposing he had solved it, he had created and obstacle to its solution. Now, with every new knowledge we stumble over flint-like and petrified words and, in so doing, break a leg sooner than a word.

We cannot live without valuing: but we can live without valuing what you value.

If you believed more in life you would fling yourself less to the moment.

One can lie with the mouth, but with the accompanying grimace one nevertheless tells the truth.

Assuming that he believes at all, the everyday Christian is a pitiful figure, a man who really cannot count up to three, and who besides, precisely because of his mental incompetence, would not deserve such a punishment as Christianity promises him.

A nation that still believes in itself holds fast to its own god.

Human, all too human.