Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness — as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne — and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.

The dyed-in-the-wool teacher takes everything seriously only with respect to his students--himself included.

One must learn to love oneself with a wholesome and healthy love, so that one can bear to be with oneself and need not roam.

One lives for the day, one lives very fast, one lives very irresponsibly: precisely this is called "freedom."

The wittiest authors evoke a barely perceptible smile.

We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.

I have not the capability to give you my loyalty, nor do I have the vanity to appear as if I did.