The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

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.

Every word is a preconceived judgment.

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.

You want to make him interested in you? Then pretend to be embarrassed in his presence-

The wisest man would be the one richest in contradictions, who has, as it were, antennae for all types of men---as well as his great moments of grand harmony---a rare accident even in us! A sort of planetary motion---