Some people appear to be more meager in talent than they are, just because the tasks they set themselves are always too great.

Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"

Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

Inexperienced girls flatter themselves with the notion that it is in their power to make a man happy.

Pharisaism is not a degeneration in a good man: a large portion of it is rather the condition of all being-good.

You lovers of knowledge! So what have you done out of your love of knowledge up to now? Have you already stolen and murdered so as to know how a thief and a murderer feels?

And this do I call immaculate perception of all things: to want nothing else from them, but to be allowed to lie before them as a mirror with a hundred facets.