To live alone one must be a beast or a god, says Aristotle. Leaving out the third case: one must be both - a philosopher.

We take a fancy to something: and scarcely have we thoroughly taken a fancy to it when that tyrant in us calls out: "Give me thatin sacrifice"--and we give it.

Love, too, has to be learned.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Only with the ultimate knowledge of all things will man have come to know himself. For things are but the boundaries of man.

When art dresses itself in the most worn-out material it is most easily recognized as art.

All preachers of morality, as also all theologians have a bad habit in common: all of them try to persuade man that he is very ill, and that a severe, final, radical cure is necessary.