Whoever has looked deeply into the world might well guess what wisdom lies in the superficiality of men.

All of life is a dispute over taste and tasting.

In affability there is no hatred of men, but for that very reason there is all too much contempt for men.

How can anyone become a thinker unless he spends at least a third of every day away from passions, people, and books?

I have not come to know atheism as a result of logical reasoning and still less as an event in my life: in me it is a matter of instinct.

We do not belong to those who only get their thought from books, or at the prompting of books, -- it is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful.

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.